Dark Seeds Sewn

Control Me.....

Must I always be controlled by you?

Pulled here and there by the forces of your invisible strings?

Will there ever be a time when I may grasp unto my own version of freedom?

You say it's my life to live and I should figure out what I want to do with it.

Then why do I feel forced to live it through you?

I'm almost of age, where I should branch out and experience of my own.

But I feel no excitement, I'm instead panicked and anxious to see if my age will be of any significant difference.

I thank you daily for the protection and the sheltered life I've lived;

But the time has come for me to grow on my own.

You won't always be here to make my decisions.

The day you leave will be a day I hate;

But in the now, you need to understand.

That however smart I maybe I will still make poor choices and wrong decisions.

But I can't do this if you won't allow me to, robbing me of my chance to learn and experience.

I understand your weird unique way of trying to shelter me from the cruelty of this world.

However I'm afraid I witnessed it some other way.

But right now, in the present, I plea for your trust to allow me the freedom to do as I please.

I love you father and I know you love me.

But father it's time.

I think it's time you learn to stop;

To stop control me.