"Let me be!" becomes a relentless cry that slowly goes around another corner, and then comes to an alley where you're a teen; and then, that same relentless, subtle cry turns to an outburst of rebellion where you do everything in your capacity and incapacity to get out; and sometimes, plenty of times, even the most irrational. I know you may be in such a stage, where it's either do or die for the hell-bent, or do or cry for the ones who're tired of where they are, at this juncture.