SilverDrawer
Might as well named me Jack
Because for as long as I can remember
You've been hitting me over the back
Pushing and shoving
Trying to put me back in the box
I push against the walls
As you secure the locks
On a rare day I'll get out
But you take my voice
So I can't give a shout
You keep my leash so tight
And tie my hands
So I can't put up a fight
Will the price ever be high enough for you?
At what point will you let me go?
At what point will the box be small and secured enough?
It's at that point I have to ask myself
Is my freedom worth your satisfaction?'
As I trade in my wooden box for a silver drawer
It's as if I'm trading a lifetime of turmoil
for eternal peace
Are you happy now?
Dare I even say satisfied?
You've put me into a box
And this one I can never climb out
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PuisiThese are some poems I wrote about experiences I had with people in my life. These are my "fuck you" letters. I love feedback!
