The crutch

I have my four limbs intact
But mostly i'm on a crutch
I cant move an inch without its permission
I need approval for every step
I need reassurance of the ones taken before
I need the commitment of taking me through the ones in the future
There's no such thing as "my decisions"
I'm too much of a coward to be able take them
My crutch supports my fears
It makes their hold stronger
They weigh down heavily on me
I'm willing to do everything possible to hang on to it
A vestigeal part in me wishes i trip
For only then will i regain my balance,
The day i fall hard enough to break my crutch,
Is the day i will truly rise!