its complicated.
To be both oppressed and secluded.
Held captive in a life you do not desire,
whilst also being so unwelcome.
Ignored but watched over.
pushed away yet tied down.
To be given the tools to do anything,
but stripped from your limbs so that
all you can do is watch.
Watch the world around you radiate with colors,
colorblind.
Dreaming of the day you too can struggle to
find independence, never to complain
of being left out to fend for yourself.

'Its complicated' you tell them.

Yet here also, a burden.
A divider between happiness and the longing to do better.
Why?
I couldn't tell you even if i wanted to.
Trapped yet simultaneously destroying my keepers
sanity without having to lift a finger.