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Trapped |
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ranidae_poet Member
since 2003-11-05
Posts 66Texas,USA 
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I can’t get out I can’t grow up All I can do is sit here Cry and pout. I m in here, she’s in here Sometimes we can’t tell Where one begins and the other one ends In her teens Drugs and alcohol Never heavy at the first but soon turned obscene She can take advice She understands I get upset With even the smallest of demands I complicate everything She’s much more simple “I want more” is the song I sing I fight her constantly I bring the tears I can’t help it, honestly I assure her men won’t stay Their only here to cause her pain Yes, I m the one who pushes them away Sometimes I wear her mask I Have to , it helps me To complete her daily tasks I don’t take rejection well She takes it swallows it and I kick, scream and rebel All this bad behavior I simply cannot help For I m the little girl Trapped inside of her There are only three beings worth of respect; the priest, the solider and the poet; To know, To Kill and to create. [This message has been edited by ranidae_poet (11-16-2003 11:54 PM).] |
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