Forgone

forgone and forgot
like I'm already lost 
haven't stepped out the door
already buried past the floor

in your eyes
like the choice was all mine
like I've left of my own volition
like the move wasn't submission 

I've been cornered
sequestered and staggered
whether by my own devices
or by politics and their vices

but you don't see my side
you look through your own eyes
my decisions and their impact
to you it's not about my happiness

can't you see this isn't what I want?
I see my dreams; these aren't my thoughts
but it's really just about you 
can't be happy while others are too 

I'm sorry your life isn't a perfect picture
I'm sorry "me working on me" affects it
but I'm escaping this flawed institution
whether I care if it affects you or it doesn't 

but don't you ever speak ill of me 
for wanting to be the best I can be
and don't you dare ever discredit
all the time and effort I've given 
because I bled for you while I could
I tried to give you all of my good
but you write it off like it's nothing
"oh fuck him, he's leaving"
if this is really how you think
know fully the bridge you're burning