The world watches
As I am on display.
All my emotions
Out in the open.
Controlled like a puppet
Read like a book
Treated like trash
Hard to misunderstand
No time for fun
As the lies that are told
Burns any self confidence
The fire turns sweeter
When the enemy takes over everything.
All I can do is watch
As the master takes everyone I love
And turns them into puppets right along side me
VOUS LISEZ
'Nevermore Than A Few Words'
Poésie"Dear god, make me a bird so I can fly, far far away from here." Jenny Curran
