Coffee, 2 sugars

No that's not how I drink it
I don't like it this way
It doesn't work for me
You're just not listening

I need to get off
I need to feel free
From these bars
You have built around me

Clip my wings and keep me entwined
But these strings are not iron bars
They are tenuous ties
No more and I will break free
But what is this freedom for?
If not for being back where you started from
So much for freedom
Can I have coffee, 2 sugars please?