taking choices from me
well that's a great way to go
not like it's unfamiliar
it's what they often do
they talk to each other
but neglect to talk to me
keep me in the loop
ask what's best for me
the lack of communication
it's why I do it on my own
because my voice doesn't matter
I'm in this on my own
so I punch the walls in anger
bruise my wrists until they hurt
scream at the next idiot
who just refuses to learn
I cry and yell and scream
that I don't have a choice
I have no choice but to ask
even though I know what they do
I have no choice except to accept
that they won't respect my choice
they won't ask my opinion
with them I have no voice
they will take away what matters
I won't trust them with a flea
they take my choices from me
that my voice disappears
I can scream it from the rooftops
but they're too deaf to hear
that I'M NOT OK WITH THIS
and just watch me disappear
I'll shut you out after this
this cycle of hurt
but then I'll need your help again
and again there's no one else
so we'll go down this road again
and you'll hurt me yet again
and I'll get angry and bruise my wrists
because again I have no choice
