sell their son into slavery

sell their son into slavery
for bad behaviour
modeled children
shackled forever
they feel we're meant
to wait on them
they wait on us
and we scold them
its terrible how they
try to play us for fools
scatter our dreams
and use us as tools
for their gratification
its a terrible trade
the slavery of souls
we were tought how to behave
told to stay indoors
and away from strangers
all that wasnt ours was wrong
and the world was full of hidden dangers
never stay out at night
and never pick a fight
its better to cower than to glower
and remember you have little rights
this terrible brainwash tongue
had me tied up in a mental dungeon
i couldnt do anything but watch
as my lifes clock continued its tick tock
im sad that ive wasted so much time
its a gift from god this time of mine
by parents have spent so much of whats there
it really doesnt seem at all quite fair
freedom is all i really want
is that so much to ask
but is it really theirs to take
are they really due that task?
perhaps im delivery myself as goods
to the captors who i defame
perhaps im the one who causes myself harm
does injustice my good name
but in time we age and die and then
will we have lived a good life
perhaps it wont be the one that i want
but ill never invite such strife.