I miss the way it felt-- never
my present is my best present
and my gifts are years overdue
so sick of the life I was always told what to do-
never for myself- always for the sake of other's moods
I never knew- how tormented I was
until I cut the rope from around my neck
swam back up from the ocean's depths
the weight of their expectations sinking
yet there's phantom hands shoving me under
before I can catch my breath
the sun's never been within my sight