The File

I don't have any right to control who reads my life
The file sits amongst others all containing our strife
Pieces of paper can be easily disposed
but that file remains, like an open wound i'm exposed
It can be used for training and read at will
But i've got to ask for permission to read it still
The events of my life don't belong to me
I have absolutely no right to privacy
I don't think i'll ever want to read that file
but the fact strangers can upsets me once in a while
A lower class, my life is there to analyse
as I breathe fast mourning all my severed ties