Every word tells a story

Under control

Bombarded with expectations.
Schedule full of reservations.
My life is someone else's dream,
to see themselves onto their laptop's screen.

Equations have never been my thing,
but who do I tell,
when no one's listening?

Scattered papers and an empty chair.
My dad is smiling,
but why does it look more like a glare?

I'm following my path,
there's a right turn,
I go to the left,
and will never return.

The bond between us is broken.
I'm on my own.
I'm under control.
My life is in my own hands.
Maybe that's the path that never ends.