Captive
I close my eyes and fly away...
To a distant non-existent land.
I don't know what more to say
To get you to let go of my hand.
In my land I'm free to do
Whatever my heart desires.
Think it's wrong, I know you do,
But voicing your thoughts only inspires...
I want my freedom from this place.
I want so bad to be alone.
Away from those who laugh in my face,
Picking me apart to the bone.
I know you love me in your own way,
And there are days I need the love.
But sweetheart, what can I say?
I pray each night to the one above...
...To take my life. To stop my heart
From beating so strong for freedom.
To stop my mind from picking apart
Our homemade little kingdom.
I must admit it's not enough...
And I do admit it to myself.
But how to explain...to do so is rough,
So my needs I place upon the shelf,
High up and out of reach of me
Where they seem to be anyway.
I put them up, you shout with glee:
You hold me captive for one more day.
� Kathee Tschudy, August 17, 1997.
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