Is it wrong
To think that the things I have lived for
Are slowly killing me?
Is it wrong
To feel trapped in a cage
When there are no boundaries?
Do I have to pretend
I'm happy here?
While you're yelling and screaming right in my ear.
It's like I have no choice.
Everything's a mistake with you.
Could you tell me the truth?
If you don't want me here
If you'd rather shut the door in my face.
If you don't need me here
Guess I don't get another chance to prove anything.
YOU ARE READING
simplicity
Poetrysimplicity.... that's what poetry is. but poetry has depth, emotion, a sense of understanding.
