The feelings of vexation,
The torment leading to hope for independence,
When is this magical moment going to come,
When I flee away from this prison,
Where I am chained and tortured alive,
Where my heart feels numb and paralyzed,
Where I have no say,
I want to go away,
To a place,
Where I get the chance to explore my needs,
To see the world with me,
And only me,
Where I am the master of my own thoughts,
And the rightful owner of myself,
Where I'm not instructed on what to do,
And what not to do,
Because clearly you and I both can see,
This is my life,
So please let it be and mind your own business,
Which is embracing your own peace.