I'm locked up
...tied up
...tangled up in me.
I'm not really sure,
Who I'm supposed to be.
I'm locked up
...tied up
...tangled up in this.
A world hates me for nothing
In pain, I must digress.
I'm locked up
...tied up
...tangled up you know?
No matter how I've struggled
You dare not let me grow.
One day I chose to walk away without a care or word to say. I will not live by your design. This is my life; this is my time. I gave too much of myself once, but now, I don't have much else. If I don't stand and do it now, the cold dirt will cover me somehow. Then the lights will all turn out. That's when my life's suffering will be without meaning to anyone, without a doubt.
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Musings In B Minor
PoetryMusings in B-minor is a collection of poetry expressing life's experiences through the eyes of the author, Andrea Tumblin aka Ilianna Binoche.
