Can I have my stuff?A toy that brings me so much joy? The one I refuse to share.
Can I have my room? A place to be alone?
Clean it up, everything in it’s place.
Can I have my space?I’m so suffocated?
Why do you tell me who to be and where to go?
I can’t live with you telling? Do it better than you. I will! Let me go.
You told me I should and I would need so many things.The house to hide under as it sinks me to the ground.
Furniture must fill to appease the crowd. Family barely waiting for me to arrive.
Pay my bills and taxes. Dress, spic and span, everything that vexes.
Wish I had less. Did I need it ALL?
Alone I stare at these 4 walls..the dream I left behind.
Giving the best that I could to no one who ever would.
They’ll cry for me those rotten tears.
I’ll cry for me the forgotten years.