1/4/15

You think i’m so plain to see
you think you know me
Do I fulfill your preconceptions? Please!
You know absolutely nothing about me

Hell, i don’t know even know me
Sometimes I scream I’m no toy
But truthfully I don’t know if I can handle more
Can I even love or be loved anymore?

My emotions and temperament run free
I have no control over things such as these
I just want to be happy, feel safe
Is it to much to want to be secure?
In oneself, in another, in this world?
What is this life anymore?

Is it some random series of events
Followed by tears, regret and pain?
neatly disorganized segments
Of a life where trials have only stained?

Despite my neverending effort
Maybe it’s not up to me at all
a chance for this life to be better
and my efforts have that only stalled

A toy it seems I shall only be
Today, this is my decree
I can not argue nor do I agree
But this, well, this is me