“grow up” they say,
pushed me to the edge with
a chain locked in my feet

“be independent” they say,
hang a string in my neck
and tell me what is wrong and right

“be grateful” they say,
hands offered life
but walk away each night

“help” shall i say,
unable to move without a hand
in my string

“help”,
words choked up in my lungs
brain making senses

am i really that helpless, or you are the one who drained my soul?