control

I do what people tell me to do

even if I don't want to.

They yell at me and order me around,

and I do what they say as my tired feet drag on the ground.

It wasn't my fault when my fish, Kim, died.

Or that time my ex best friend lied.

It's the governments fault my dad goes away,

and it's also their fault some people can't stay.

I'm just a human,

i'm not Harry S. Truman.

Sometimes I fall,

and for a while I can only crawl.

Eventually, I can pick myself up.

And no one even checks up,

because it doesn't matter how I am.

As long as everyone else has their program.

Maybe I'm half in control of my life,

I live in a house, not the wildlife.

I control who I am,

while everyone else makes me their crewman.

But that's okay, as I do not mind.

I will just be seen as kind.