I will not stand here laden with your griefs and fears,
I shan't be the one to succumb to your defiance.
I do not want to do only what you say,
I'd rather be led around on my own whim;
I'd rather be led around by my mind,
Tethered only by my thoughts.
I escape from you by dodging the bullet
And asking the unasked.
You wouldn't answer me,
But I am crying for I've hurt you once more.
That wasn't my intention,
So I hurt myself to even the odds.
You come at me with more disobedience,
Until I am too withered to fight you once more.