Controlled

The tears
They come and fall

But my parents still
Don't understand at all

They take the reigns
Of my life

And "guide" me along
Without a strife

I try to escape
With no avail

I plead and beg
And yet still fail

I run and hide
But am soon found

And carried away
Without a sound

I kick and I punch
And try to break free

But they still don't understand
That they're whats wrong with me

And whenever, if ever
I break free

Someone please stick out
Your hand out for me

And if i don't
Don't despair

You can find me were I willl be
In the child section of the "can't repair"