What do you want?
Do you really want me to surrender to your ways?
To not be able to make my own choices.
Do you really want me to grow up?
To become my own person.
Do you really want me to cry these silent tears?
To always hide behind this smiling façade.
Do you really want me to never say a word?
To always have my voice silenced.
Do you really want me to shut myself away?
To be naïve and stupid.
Do you really want me to tell you how I feel?
Of course not.
You only want me as the way you made me.