Why do you play with my mind?
Is it a play to capture my soul?
Confused, not knowing what to do,
Is that what you want from me?
I'm afraid that's impossible for me,
I'm taking back control of me.
No more yielding to others, or
Allowing them to protect me, control me.
It's time I started a new life,
One free of the restrictions I've allowed.
To control my thoughts, my actions,
And now that is to be no more.
Obsolete dreams purged from my soul,
An end to the yearning for the impossible.
Its time to grow up, or start the process,
After all, its like they say, growing up's slow.
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Lost
PoetryThe fifth in the collection.... It speaks of the soul....The heart.... Lost in a haze of life and heartbreak. Forces the mind to think.... And the heart to admit
