Loss of Autonomy

They come into my room every night. And make sure I’m asleep. But also alive. I'm no longer convinced that they have my best interests in mind. I had finally woken up. I try calling my family. The phones are dead once again. And everyone starts panicking for a moment. I try calling to my family. As if they can hear. They start taking me away again. Into another room. That is like all the others. They steal my ambition. Which they take as frustration. Take me back, mom. Before I lose my memory of you. And you lose your faith in me.