Frustrated

Shadows,they hide me,
from the rest,those
who i deem as pests,
to my solitude,my
way of life, that
sometimes, i feel like,
sticking them with knives
Forgive me for being,
so crude,but sometimes
no one, really gets
a clue, of how i feel,
even as i kneel,
begging, to be free,
of this bond, this boundary,
called family
I love them so, they do too
Yet why is it then, i
always bow, give in,
dont they realise,
im no longer
immature kin?
Almost 19 yrs of age, but i
dont have a say,
is this, truly
a parent's way?

Godlover