Strings tugging on my hand,

You pull them in different directions.

I move to your desired command

No care or desire to know my opinions.

I try to speak to you,

But you don’t listen to me.

Please, stop telling me what to do,

And just let me be free.

One day, I will tear away from these strings,

Get up on my own two feet,

Stand up tall and complete.

Anticipating what life brings,

Stop trying to control me all the time.

It is my life, mine, for me to have.

To make mistakes is not a crime