It should feel good, I am told,
To let these thoughts spill out from me,
Telling to another person, to let them help you.

But it doesn’t.
The help is not wanted,
Not welcome, but received.

Maddening, it is,
To want to be well enough alone,
Then find the world trying to help you.

Independency means working alone.
Yet however hard I try, I am never alone.
Watched constantly,

Badgered, Helped.
What ever happened to free will?
To the choice of help or not?

I need to break free of these chains,
Fly away from those watchful eyes.
They mean no harm, but yet harm is all they do.

We are told repeatedly to do things on our own,
Because one day we won’t have help.
But when we don’t want they help, why do they persist?

Leave me alone, you!
Let me do it my way!
Let me go, I am not a child!

I need to break free of this cage.
I’m being suffocated, strangled,
I need air, room to breathe.

Room to make mistakes of my own.
Then the room to fix them.
The room to cry into my pillow, or throw something at a door.

You’re clipping my wings,
Making me stay,
While I want to go.

I need freedom!
I am not a child!
Back away, I need to fly.
Let me go, or let me die.