Warfare of the Brain

I want to be free.

Free of the chain

That chokes my neck.

Free of the cuffs

That bind my wrists.

Free of the nails

That pierce my feet.

I want to be free.

Free to prove that

I am not helpless

Like you think I am.

Free to show that

I am not useless

Like you believe.

Free to break that

Stigma that you hold

That prevents me

From escaping

The rope you tied around me.

I want to be free.

Free from the shit

That you give me

‘For my sake’.

Free from the fights

That you wage

Against me.

Free from the sadness

That breaks my soul

Again and again.

I want to be free.

Free to travel to

The places I want.

Free to learn and do

The things I want.

Free to work for money

The way I want.

Free to love the person

That I want.

When will you let me go?

When will you release these bonds?

When will you stop ‘caring’ about me?

When will you live your own life in peace

So I can live mine?

Will you still be like this

Even when I am grown?

Do I have to continue pressing

To learn to be an adult?

Am I still going to have

Choices made for me?

I want to be free.

I’m not asking.

I must be free.

Or you will worry

About me

The rest of your life.