You never let me do my thing
Always there putting in your awe
Like this, like that
Sticking in your claw.
Let me speak to you
Let me have my say
Why aren’t my ideas any good?
Am I really in your way?
You say you love me
You tell me you care
But who is this robot lover you have
Always in despair?
Might you not want to have a look
Take a closer look at who I am?
See who’s hidden beneath the surface
And rid yourself of this sham?
For so long you have kept me buried
So long under wraps
I’m dying to get out there and breathe
Be free from all these traps.
There’s no use anymore
No use following a plan
I wouldn’t bother trying to lead me
Get me there if you can.
You see this girl is ready to go
Venture out to places new
Bring out all these hidden caves
To sample something new.
Don’t try and stop me
I’m going to make a stand
Step away and leave you there
In your cold and barren land.
Background: I call my anxiety 'The Claw'. It's because it's always there telling you what to do, how to do it and generally not letting you be yourself. So much time in the past was wasted by carrying out The Claw's wishes!!