I was a wallflower you couldn\'t reach,
So you tore through my roots,
Like a raccoon.
Now I\'m growing in your garden,
A prisoner- I\'m not guilty of your insecurities.
You\'re not my maker,
Now I\'m free,
My petals are growing elsewhere,
Your hands oiled while I slip through them.
Don\'t pick me up-you\'ll only drop me again.
The memories are fading-
Isn\'t that a relief?
My psychosis is revealing,
Oh the lessons it has taught me-
Learn learn learn; I never do.
I thought you were my teacher-
Teaching teaching teaching;
the habits that exhale from those lips.
My father embedded in your demeanour.
Martin, release me- release him;
There\'s no power between us,
Only your ego and my naivety.
I want to be a women; but your creativity moulds me into a girl.
The man I need does not possess you;
I need the protection-not this superficial security.
Are you connected by wires or by heart?