Rhymes of My Soul

I Will Still Exist

Is it worth living if I don't have the feelings?

Like the dolls who can't speak and weep at all?

An existence that relies upon someone's desires.

String-pulled to simulate not my own happiness.

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Have I lost my self respect and free will?

And I do anything because I have lost my own control?

Or should I accept that I am just a plain experiment.

And have forgotten to live my life as I intend it to be.

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I am dancing to someone tune and I don't know yet when I will break free.

I was dressed up as if I cannot live by myself at all.

So I can take the signals to sway back and forth.

And when the show is done, I am dumped back in the suitcase.

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Do I need to be senseless, so I can get generosity?

Each time I find myself flat on the floor I felt a great shame.

How can I pick myself up and get back on my own track.

So I can run my own race at my own pace.

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Some people might be laughing at me . . .

Because I have made myself like a wooden creature.

But I have never lost my faith, my perception,my morality and awareness.

And I will still exist-because these are the first steps to my deliverance.