Tell me how to survive, how you've always wanted it and maybe someday, I'll be exactly what you want.
Spoon feed your lies to me, force me your fallacies, and I'll choke on every aged word you shove past my newborn lips.
Feed it to me.
You say that's what I need but I don't need to shrink into something, I need to leave this sheltered seed.
You'll condemn what you don't know, and I'll rise when this all comes down, when this lifetime falters and lies lifeless on this hollowed ground.
Let me grow, let me live.
Let me leave this nothing, because I've felt it all, all you have to give, and all you give is nothing.
There's something wrong.
