What i am to them is an ornament.
My value is determined by the scales they use.
Freedom is a dream that looks far from reality.
Freedom is for the full who's destined for poverty.
A puppet of their play, they control me with strings.
Make me dance the mariet and clap hands and their so called brilliance.
A pawn in their game, they expect me to win.
Feed me steroids of spiritual wisdom and belief, to become the warrior destined to free them from their doom and misery.
The mascot they use to boost their fame.
Expect me to tell the world, they're the reason i am this way.
A well disciplined, obedient good mannered boy.
Parents and teacher.
The wardens of teenagers.
The tormentors of my soul.