Gedicht 1 – just me

I’m tired of life being denied me, it’s mine and I want it back!
People keep saying it’s for my own good, but how can that be if I don’t have a say in what goes on?
With a knife in my hand, I feel alive!
With a knife in my hand, reality slips from view.
They all say I can’t take it.
I think I can, the question is, can you?!
You and I are so alike, day by day, I watch you learn, as things go on.
We both need to take a separate road, to lead us home.
Will you hit the road or stay where you are?

Just me