I Am Me. Poem by Lauren Harper

The fears I have.
The things I see.
What you do not understand, is that you are only hurting me.
You say you want answer.
Yet when an answer is given it is not good enough.

I myself can no longer conform like clay to what you need.
I can no longer change myself to what you want to see.
I am broken of your ways.
I tire of these long stress filled days.

You say I am not but a child.
You say that I have no choice to be made.
You tell me that you want what's best for I.
Little do you know, I am withering away inside.

So I beg you please, let me go.
Let me live. let me lean. let me be my own.
Because harm has only been done.
It is not just you who is wavering in this storm.