• I wake up in the morning ready to fight,
    They keep me on such a short leash, oh so tight.
    I try to escape but my plan fails,
    I wish they would let me post bail.

    They ask if I'm okay,
    I mumble, "I'm fine."
    How did our fates become so entwined?
    I should get paid to deal with this all day.

    I stomp my feet and slam the door,
    I can't deal with this anymore.
    I feel as delicate as lace,
    As tears of rage poor down my face.

    No one understands the things I've seen,
    I'm trying so hard to keep my record clean.
    So I hold my head high,
    Determined to move on and still try.