The Robot

I do not have any freedom at all

I have to do everything they say

They take me in their cold hands

Try to mold me like I was clay

They want me to act just like them

Speak every word like they speak

They cannot handle me being strong

They want me to be unduly weak

If I get too far ahead, they snatch me

I am pulled back to where I began

They like it better when I am behind

They convince me I cannot do what I can

I will just go on being their obedient robot

Let them think they are having their way

They will never see me when I am coming

I am going to revolt one of these days