Not so much a poem... Just more of a thought..(?)

Locked in this dollhouse world,
Having my freedoms served on a tray,
My dreams taken out with the trash,
Did you actually expect me to "okay" this?
Locked in this tainted idea,
You left the door of opportunity wide open.

Well..you see..when others hold you down.. You will slip away.. E.G.. Like sand through your fingers..

-YOu wouldn't find trouble if your parents set you free..it's when they try to hold you down that the door of opportunity is opened.

See?:)

Heh, I know..I am confusing..:p Thanks for your comments:D It wasnt' really a poem.. just a quick, to the point..thought.*shrug*

As a thought, it's all right.