They

They don't understand,

That I am getting older,

That I am growing up,

That I need the freedom,

To do what I want.

 

Their love is suficating me,

And I can't understand,

Whay they think

They must protect me

From every little thing.

 

They've put me in this cage,

That they call home.

They've locked the door,

And they've threw

Away the key.

 

They push me to do things,

That I don't want to do.

They try so hard,

To control me.

They won't let me be.

 

I really just wish,

That they could see,

The only person,

I can truely be,

Is just me.

 

Author's Note

What do you think. Does it make any sense???

Reviews

[Tenten]

yes it makes sense, especially for your age, i remember those thoughts, freedom doesnt mean wings, its honest though, refelcts the writer strongly and confesses what voice cant say. a good piece, i hope to read more of your work soon.