You’ll keep on using violence, as long as I don’t leave,
controlling every move I make, and even how I breathe.
No, I don’t ‘heave sighs’ at you, I wouldn’t even dare,
it’s just that when you frighten me, I’m coming up for air.
Yes I know, I didn’t ask permission just to breathe,
I am so frustrated, all I want to do is leave.
While I am so young, I must live under your regime,
I’m scared to look inside your ears, in case I see the steam.
Every little thing I do, triggers your bad mood,
the only thing you do for me is cook my daily food.
Dinner’s hard to swallow, when I am being hurried,
I always step on egg shells, when I feel sick and worried.
