Control, control I just want control of me.
Why mister anxiety do hold my hand?
I just want control of my body
But I can't stop the terror as I'm confined in my mind.
Let go, let go, let go of Me,
Set me free.
Reaching up towards the noose hung around my neck I try to take the next step
but my hands are shaking as I try to cut the ropes away.
Control Why can't you be mine?
I've tried so hard to stop the pain,
yet every breath is a knife to the chest.
But I must break free and put these demons under my feet.
I just want control of me.
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Trio Of Words
PoetryPoetry from the corner of my little world. Another freestyle poetry book. "You finally saw that I was a puzzle piece that wasn't complete, but aren't we all when our emotions fall?" "So these are all things that keep playing back to me in poetry. A...
