[align=center]Not My Own Control


my worlds crashing into a sad rage

I'm forcefully shoved up onto the stage

can't you understand I'm not in control

my words all pre-written onto a scroll

i feel like a puppet attached to these strings

they bind me and gage me these horrible things

i try to be serious but i only here laughter

i try to shed tears but all i can do is smile

I'm behind this mask and all the while

no one knows the torment i feel

who i am is a memory no longer real

in this dark room with no way out

voices in my head fill me with doubt

in a room locked in a cage

be hind my mask i hide my infinite rage

with no key to help my from what has befallen me

dark but it doesn't matter, there is nothing to see

you stand be hind a hidden door and i call for you

but my words fall upon a deaf ear

for you only see the mask, the puppet, not the puppeteer [/align]

I really like this one, very well written.

I can definately relate to this one. You wrote it with true heart. That's the best way to write.

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