Stifled.

And you make my battles yours,
For that there's gratitude.
But when you make it all you, you, you,
And leave me no control,
When you hog over the remote control of my life,
And dictate the terms and conditions,
There's a rebellion in my very soul's existence.
Stifled, A feeling of Claustrophobia taking over,
Breathing space, there's none.

There's a fear within,
The world will swoop past,
While I am still bound by the chains of my sustenance.