Controled
people tell me this,
people tell you that,
what do you believe?
crazy things happening,
doing things to avoid drama,
but, that not all.
the pain that hide,
everytime i go to bed,
sometimes makes me question,
why am i here?
toughts linger,
for as long as the pain,
don't really know.
all i know is people controling me,
i feel like a puppet,
do what you want,
why should i care?
you don't.
only about you.
that's not me.
and yet i'm the one being controled.
for no good reason.
let me free!
you don't know me,
i just want to be happy
apperanly, you know what that is,
so wrong in so many ways,
i just want to be me,
but, you not ready to accept that. i'm not the girl who needs saving,
i'm the girl who getting there,
just be my support,
that alll i need.
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3-17-09
poem by Mona Martinez
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