To realise that we're all merely puppets
Tryna make it to the spotlight
Not knowing that each has their own
stage and roles to play
Every heartbeat in sync with the tick of time
Our lives were never a straight line
Twists and turns at every road
Fear engulfes me when I hit rock bottom
Realising that I'm surrounded by people
That were never shaped in a way to understand me
Whereas I strived endlessly to know them..
It's only when you sit alone with your thoughts
That you realise you're at that stage of life
You thought was too far 'way
Is it really worth worrying over something
If it'll only break your heart further
Is it worth thinking over it
If you know how the story ends?
I refuse to believe that our stories are prewrittern
That we're following the path made by Thee
I'm blamed for my actions and am in charge of it
Ideally shouldn't my fate be blamed?
Yet here I stand, amidst the fray,
Wrestling fate, carving my own way.
If paths are set and strings are tied,
Why does my soul burn deep inside?
I stumble, rise, and fight once more,
Seeking answers beyond the door.
With every scar, each tear I shed,
I break the mold they’d shaped instead.
So let them say our tales are spun,
Threads woven tight 'til all is done.
I grasp the shears, defy their hold,
My story’s ink runs fierce and bold.
For even if each step's designed,
I’ll weave my truth from heart and mind.
To forge a stage where I belong,
And fill this fleeting life with song.
~ crystiee
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Words of the Mind
Poetry"in this world of lies that blind us where you strive to be perfect to fit in I'll be there to gaze through all of you That's imperfect.." Walk around my book of memories where we both shall heal, love, and breathe.. Yours only Crystal 💗
