If all I had was this to look forward to, could I accept it?
Could I learn to appreciate it?
Could I love it on some level?
If there were no other options and this was the only unlocked door, would I walk through it?
Or would I sit and wait, expecting another door to swing open?
Would I search for a crack, a hole, a hidden passage in this box I've been placed in?
Would I stare until my eyes hurt?
And if I did, is it because I don't like the end result?
Or because I despise being forced?
Or just because I'd like a choice for once?
I tire of being your mouse in a maze.
I tire of being given choices that are really commands.
Riddles that are designed to choose for me, regardless of my answer.
You have taken my life and molded it to suit you.
You have given me no choices, and no space to decide for myself.
My free will was payment for being told how much I love you.
Told how poorly I behave.
Told how disappointing I am.
I will not allow that to continue.
I am not your mouse any more.
I have evolved.
You ran me through lifetimes of mazes and I am done running.
I am done feeling like I can do nothing right.
Done thinking I am a failure, unable to comprehend simple commands.
Done letting you choose what I can and can't do.
I will sit in this box awaiting my escape.
I feel another exit.
It's here.
I have to listen, with all my might so I know where it is.
But I will escape!
I will be gone the next time you scream of your disappointment.
I will not stay.
You have pushed me for the last time!
There is no more mouse.
Freedom is inevitable.
Failure is NOT an option!