I am the age of an adult,
but I live at home.
I have my personal things,
but you stole my printed memories.
I have free will,
but you decide what I should and shouldn’t keep.
I have my few friends,
but only a few you approve of.
I can go where I want and when I want,
but not without questions and proof.
I know I have made mistakes,
but now you turn me into a child.
Surveillance like 1984,
laws like the police,
control like the government,
I am trapped with no where to go.
I cannot leave on my own.
An endless cycle.
I have no life besides what you want me to do.
This isn’t easy.
it won’t ever be easy to do what is right.
I want the helping hand,
but the ability to do it on my own without
Not allowed to feel.
It’s always wrong.
I don’t know who I am.
I know who I want to be.
But all your new pressure and disappointment is killing me.
This is only the beginning.
Appreciative but resentful.
I cannot help these things that are coursing through me.
Trading one form of control for another.
When will I ever be able to live a day without the constant need
to make- up for,
the gain understanding,
to show truth?
This is what it’s like to be an adult??