you will not control me

To deny the self is to deny the world, for what are the trivial matters of what exists outside of us compared to our own wants?

Too often I feed the will of others while starving my own out of morbid fear of appearing selfish. Reckless and young, foolishly defiant... you will not harness my soul. The needless yoke of your whims will never touch my shoulders.

I am. And you are not.