I am a child Of this I know Constantly, repetitively You remind me of my roles The words "you aren't grown" Fly from your lips Tempting me to quit Abandon unspoken responsibilities In a rebellious mood I'm filled with rage All this potential I possess Yet you have me locked in a cage A bird with clipped wings Shackles on my feet As I answer to your kids Who sometimes call me mommy Inside of me there lies a cold hearted beast Who wants to turn her back on this life, be free But before the beast can reach the door My conscience steals the key Along with my dreams And the hopes of ever leaving