Poem time
How can thy choose my path?
How can thy make it where you know what's best for me?
Its alright go protect. But control?
I am not your puppet...
People have formed me until now..
I will not let you continue to form me against my will
Stay in my box you say?
And don't say a word..
Well my lungs are filling with regret and anger from not stopping what my guides started.
I trusted you, yet slowly it seems like you're using me to make you look good.
If it weren't for me
Would you still be here?
Yep
