being controlled

You must enjoy the feeling of full control on me,
Cos no matter what i do from ur wrath i cant get free,
May just be 30 minutes i come home late at night,
But its an argument to drag me down surely that aint right,
Your only an uncle in fact thats not even real,
My auntie never married you maybe she felt wot i feel,
Forever goto lie to u just so im not hurt,
Cos were i go or wot i do im still treat like fucking dirt,
I even get a mouth full cos im constantly in my room,
Or jus cos i like to lay in rite up till noon,
Cant av a friend over cos no ones alowed round,
There way to dodgy or mite make to much sound,
I stay up late but cant have my tv or light,
u jus say ul turn electric of cos who stays up at this tyma night,
It aint no wonder why i hide my self a way,
Cos nearly everytime i see you im on the edge thinkin wot ur gonna say,
In love with this control but im not yours for you to chain,
Its getting so much harder for me to. Take it again and again,
Im 23 years old shud be out enjoying life,
Not hiding in my room only happy holding Knife,
I dont want to carry on feeling locked in a cell,
I feel far to vunerable im just not taking things well,.....