No money. No choice.
No escape. No voice
Anger surrounds me
They don’t understand
My whole future seems out of my hands
Criticism. Harsh words.
Protests unheard
Life seems quite pointless
It’s all so absurd
I hate myself
They hate me too
There’s nothing to live for
Except to be blue
Just want to fly away
Flee from the lair
Find a life of my own
And be out of their hair
But what you desire
Is always hard to get
Your heart is filled with fire
When you hear the words “not yet”.
You’d think I would feel lucky
Just to be alive
At 18 it ain’t easy
To reach that for which you strive
Can’t realise my dreams
Can’t even flee the nest
“Be patient and drink tea”*
Just try to do my best
*Translation of the German phrase “abwarten und Tee trinken”. I was learning A-Level German at the time. “They” refers to my parents. Like many teenagers, I didn’t always have the best of relationships with my parents.
