You Don't Own Me

You don't own me; I’m just one of your many toys… I am free. I can do whatever I want. I've been here since you demanded that I was yours. Your problems starts when you look in the mirror. It's always been that; you’re the moment that becomes your own issue. Please walk toward that road with other broken bodies. I'm always here as I was; I'll stand, and you won't touch the tears that covers my face… It's the wet in the wind that wakes me to your devilish place that you come from. I walk on roads that are not allowed to trip me; there's no rocks that move to make me fall as you wanted. I walk through the silk that is mud and dirt, then slide to my own place in this world. It's what I knew was a pure walkway to my life. It's just free here…