I am controlled,
With a mind,
Anything like mine,
I am driven,
Into thoughts,
Anything like mine,
Forced to let it out,
Sounding,
Anything like me,
And forced to breathe,
This air is too bitter,
Its just too sour for me,
Im walking on the ground,
That I was forced to,
First crawl on,
This world,
Is for anyone,
But me.