Deny me not of that- Which we all are entitled. Growth requires so much. Depending on the creature; Plants: sunlight, carbon dioxide, minerals, water. A growing person: love (a little at least), pain (what does it hurt to have some?), Privacy. Yet, that- You deny me repetitively.
No room for self growth. To listen to my own thoughts. Not even a chance to recollect- Or counsel myself. A growing child am I With the least opportunity to be by myself.
A dictator are you. Breathe, eat, talk up those people. Decisions, commands you enforce. No choice have I but to follow. Free, I wish to be but Chained I remain. A slave- Your captive, a hopeless soul- Waiting to be freed. Restlessness and anxiety eat, Peck, gnaw away at what sanity I have left.
What humanity I had left- Has begun to fade. My soul- Drifts away to the furthest- Dark abyss. My body, this corpse, Will stay as a reminder of what you have done And the error of your ways.