Always, always, the same old stuff.
You let people use you. You're nice enough.
I have been used in the past, it is true,
But helping others is just what I do.
I'm not being forced against my will.
It's my choice to act on how I think and feel.
They can live their life, I can live mine.
I wasn't aware I'm comitting a crime.
I grow as a person, I grow over time.
So let me live, let me learn, and I will be fine.
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Poetry About Life
PoetryI've been inspired by a close friend who also writes poetry about her life experiences. Granted, my poetry won't be as good as hers, but here goes.
