I See That Look of Jealousy

I see that look of jealousy and the tighter you try to hold me, the harder I can breathe; that's the awful feeling I perceive. I'm forbidden to confide in anyone, you restrict the freedom and the will to say how I'm treated; you don't own anything: I'm made of flesh and bones and the wisdom I have remains inside, and there's no hope I can ever be loved. I see that look of jealousy and it really scares me, I am not your possession; keep those hands off me, stop treating me badly to feed your obsession. I had hoped you could change, have an ounce of compassion and love me more humanly; I find your behavior strange, it lacks comprehension... all that is left is to walk away.