When. Poem by Emma Jane Rae

when will my life be my own,
free to do as i choose,
when we people let me be me,
see for myself if i win or loose,
you say you care,
but that can't be true,
if your willing to make me sad and blue,
it's like you keep me under lock and key,
when to bath, sleep or eat my tea,
you make me feel,
i'm the worst person on the earth,
that i should be ashamed, im not bad,
i'm no junkie,
i don't steal,
i just want you to see how you make me feel,
and how i wish i was left to be me,
nothings ever how i planned,
or how it's meant to be,
when will i be able to be me?