The Art Of Saying Thanks

Tired of what you want me to be
Want me to think, to feel, to say

Tired of you scratching at me
Scratching away the colours I see
Your world the only one for you
While telling the opposite to me

Your will, your wishes, your vision
In everything you want me to do
And wanted by you
In everything I want to do myself

You think you are open, tolerant, giving
freedom to everyone
And you are
To everyone but me

You forgot how to smile
at the little things, the things I do for you
Forgot the reason to thank,
And everything I do for you
Is now nothing but self-evident