I Am Strong

I'm tired of being just another face Stuck in this forsaken place. I need to get out and on with my life, Not reminded of all my past strife. This place is no more than a meal and bed. It does nothing more than haunt my head. Why do these people have to insist That without them I would no longer persist? Why don't they in me believe? They don't want to grant any reprieve. What I want is for people to care, All the time, no matter where. I don't want them going, leaving me behind, While I am stuck here, supposedly to unwind. I want someone to say, "You're more to me Than the government pays for you to be." I'm tired of being here twenty-four hours, When I'm able to live by my own powers. I might as well just save this word, Because it doesn't seem I will be heard. They won't admit they are wrong. They refuse to admit that I've become strong.