They say you have a hold on me,
Stranglehold that is,
My breath comes in slow gasps,
Even when your hand isn't there.
I can never fall in love because I'll never leave home.
Because you won't let me.
I can't make friends because I can't spend time with them.
It's a painful experience.
But yet your grip never loosens,
The work always endless...
I'd like to be a teen,
But I have to be an adult.
Because I don't have another choice.
That one wasn't given to me.
I wish I could walk away.
But I can't walk away from family.
No matter how many insults you throw at me,
No matter how much fault you push on me,
No matter how much work is yet to be done,
I won't break.
I won't bend.
I will love,
Because this will end,
And if you don't release your grip,
Your hand and wrist might spilt.