Prisoner
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A prisoner.
A prisoner in my OWN home
Am I a villain?
One of those creepers from super-hero movies?
Not sure on that one.
But…
Who are my captors?
They are those who should be my friends.
My ex-companions
My used-to-be allies
What the hell is up with that?
While yet here I sit…
Here in my ‘cell’
A place they have furnished (nicely, I may add).
With words of hate towards them,
And strands of blessings in between
I want to destroy it all.
Everything they’ve granted me with,
If only to say:
“I never got anything from you.”
“You’ve never given me ANYTHING.”
They’ve given me so much,
Yet, I hate every bit of it.
Only so that I can hate them, too.
They scream at me for little things,
Meaningless words,
But hurtful words, nonetheless.
They compare me to past criminals –
And say that I should aspire to be someone else.
AND THEN –
When I screw everything over –
Its back to square one.
I’m just like any other damn criminal –
Who just HAD to have their way.
Maybe I like it that way.
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My Poems *Completed Jan. 2013*
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