"Razors. pills. guns.
And you all
think
I'm safer in my room"

I smirk as you exile me to my haven.

I mean… hello…

Didn't she tell you it's safer where you can watch me?

But, like the normal parent,

You want the 'family oddbal'l out of sight.

So, with your permission,

I sit here with my knives—

And safety pins,

And lighters,

And pills

(Adderall, Exlax, Ecstasy,

Eszopiclone, Zolpidem)

And a lock upon my door…

So tell me daddy…

Is locking me away

The best thing for me?

Or is it the best for you?