Aug 2014
I am a broken marionette
****** about on strings
No control over what happens to me
Because I'm just a child
Who's supposed to believe
The adults know what's best for me
As they shove diagnoses in my face
And pills down my throat.
After all, I'm just a kid
And you're all grown-ups
You don't have to listen to me when I say
That I don't want these pills.
That they make me feel even more dead inside
You threaten me with things like
Mental asylums and hospitals
The "youth opportunity center"
When you find them in the trash,
Or down the sink drain,
After all, I'm just a child
How could I know what's best for me?
****** about on strings
No control over what happens to me
Because I'm just a child
Who's supposed to believe
The adults know what's best for me
As they shove diagnoses in my face
And pills down my throat.
After all, I'm just a kid
And you're all grown-ups
You don't have to listen to me when I say
That I don't want these pills.
That they make me feel even more dead inside
You threaten me with things like
Mental asylums and hospitals
The "youth opportunity center"
When you find them in the trash,
Or down the sink drain,
After all, I'm just a child
How could I know what's best for me?
Moms trying to put me back on ADHD meds. I'll be going off them as soon as I can, which is when I turn 18 in less then four months. It irks me that I have no rights over what happens to, because by law I'm still a kid, and I'm just expected to agree with what mother says is best for me. Yet, I'm expected to act like an adult.
