When will I leave this prison cell
Where everyone tells me how to live
when will my life begin
Where I can make my own decisions
I feel like a prisoner
Choices I do not have
The decisions I can make
are the only decisions you approve
when will I have my voice?
When will you let me fly?
You say the choices are my own
but I can only choose what you already approve of.
I am sick and tired of you living my life for me
of you making decisions for me
When will you let me go?
Can’t you understand how angry you make me
by taking away the most important thing in my life
my freedom
Now I catch my self dreaming
of a world with freedom
a world I can say ‘no’ or ‘yes’
where I can just be me
One day I know my dream will come true
that day I will spread my wings
and I won’t look back.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem