dad

when i was little, you held my hand
now im older, and you wont let go
your grip is crushing my fingers and no matter how hard i pull away, you keep dragging me onward, exactly where you think i should go. even if i know where you want me is where i belong, i know i dont belong wherever you are. this world may not be where i am supposed to be, but it is better because i am here and you cannot get me...oh, you tried, you chased me and tried to grab my arm to force me to do as you wanted, as you thought best, but i was too quick. but that was a dream, and i am still here, and my world has faded once again to the dry tones of black and grey, never white. and the sounds come muffled but also louder, as if under water. but now you are leaving...again. and it scares me...again.