she wanted to be different
at least be who she was
to finally be proud of who she is
and what she does.
but darkness had set in
and gotten kinda comfortable
maybe liked it even
just not when the consequences were punishable
she's always cared too much about
other peoples opinions
and all she got in return were nothing but contradictions
she wasn't a bad person
she had just made bad decisions
but she was ready to finally listen
to what her gut would be saying
telling her when she's wrong
and instead of praying (after)
she could just be strong.
when the voice inside her head says no
there's probably a good reason
sometimes she'd do it though
and then she'd take the beaten
because karma always comes
whether it be bad or good
which is why she wants to become
the person that she should
she remembers being bold
she remembers feeling free
she once was even brave
now all that is history.
her boldness has turned to weakness
she feels she can't escape
locked behind bars, someone threw the key away.
she still has her sweetness, but that's what got her in this shape.
so she sits in constant fear, afraid of what that day would bring
always confined, a puppet on a string.
if only she could see the bars can be released
maybe confined... and yes the pain stings, but only in her mind can she set herself free
SNLpoetry
05/2022
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