Why must you honestly take all the life I have from me?

Why must I try to fight to gain my own control?
To me my life is a simple book and I read the authors notes -
Only to hope and pray that the character I dote survives.

I’m lost in this whirl wind - I can’t find my path,
I see yours spray painted with fences off the grass.
I want to make a choice so let me now pass your lines.

I want to be happy, I want to live, I want to be healty
And yet you sit and spin my life till i’m dizzy and weak
And keep me caged up, unable to sing my beak is taped.

Just let me live, leave me alone. Let me make my mistakes,
Mistakes I’ll OWN!

Let me wake in the morning, cure my ill, Eat my bread, then sit still.
Let me walk through the day, to my own devices, plan my plans, life’s full of surprises.
Let me write, let me learn, let me cook -and should it burn,
Let me clean up house from my mistakes, let me hear your praises and your thanks.
Let me care for myself just once, not have to worry of you disapproval…
Let me see what people see, not what you think they saw.
Then when the day is done, Let me break bread with family, let me cure my ills…
Let me lay in darkness, dreaming of tomorrow’s adventures, and lay still to do it all over again.