You were on to something...
You were twisted-confused-blind
But nonetheless
Onto something...
We are held back -
Treated as children
By this totalitarian prison -
Dictating every aspect of our lives -
The only way to escape it is to leave -
Something I cannot do right now -
My past is checkered
So I'm stuck
I'm held here
And the longer I stay -
The more I think about it
The angrier I become
And I don't know how to release it
And it boils within me.
Needing to be relinquished
Needing to explode
I fear I will lash out
Rebel
And end up hurting only myself
Because this repressive mini-society
Won't listen
Won't tolerate what I feel -
What I want to beat over their heads.
They want to control me -
They want to control you -
To carefully observe and record
Our every move
As if we were lab rats
In a box - running on a wheel
For their inspection
Their unceasing control
Makes me livid
And I don't know what to do.
