I was always the smart one,
Backchatting and lying.
I was always left locked in but,
I'd still get away,
Through bars of iron,
They would try to hold me down but
I'd still get away.
I'm joking, they just can't see.
I just want everything,
But jokes won't make them go away.
Would they show me if I couldn't run?
Could they know me if I didn't come?
Would they try to put me down
Because I disobeyed.
My way of getting through,
Just seems to get to you.
They'll never see it my way.
How could they think that I would stay?
- Rachel Lamb - firstname.lastname@example.org