Trudging drearily along a path I did not choose.

The fact I don't walk it alone does the opposite of Soothe.

For this road thats marked "Gold" does nothing but reflect

how uncontent and cold I feel inside.

So excuse me for wanting to deviate from this Decided road,

off of polished perfection to explore on my own.

Please, hands that cling so sweetly to mine,

let me make my own decisions this time.

Rip these stitches from my lips you use to keep them shut,

and I'll smile as I finally speakthe words you wish to cut short.

You say you want obediency, for my spine to bend,

because blood is the only thing that makes Amends.

Our blood is the transparency of water.

And as the blood begins to boil, the arguments grow hotter.

For my opinion so Valued, that really Matters,

Lay as shards on the floor- so broken, so shattered.

So sue me for stepping away with a pissed off tone,

but you can't break my spine- might as well let me Roam