Trust.

Something which I don't need to have on me. What a heavy load.

To get rid of all the metal chains you have on me, I don't wish you to trust me.

It's ironic that we need trust, yet I wish you don't have trust in me.

Sorry for being selfish, as I long to be free...

Sorry for struggling free, as I know you yearn for freedom...

Yet my dear... to me ... trust is a pressure.. a push to aid me to jump over the cliff even when I don't want to... I hope you understand... I hope you don't..

I sick and tired of being pushed around in directions that I don't know of and perhaps, don't want to... so, it's time for me to struggle free from the heavy chains which held me for years and run towards the unknown future...
Maybe, I'll die...
Maybe, I'll survive...
But no matter what happens, it's something I've chosen... something which I cannot complain for good or for worst... So please... let me run forward and bang the thick solid walls...
Perhaps, I'll learn how to climb over it:)