My Strings

I wrote it a few weeks ago...yup, about all I can come up with to say. lol

How do I know what voice to hear?
Which words am I supposed to hold dear?
I have so many people telling me to do different things,
I feel like someone else has control of my strings.

Late at night I cry,
feeling inside like I want to die.
I wake up always feeling the same,
playing by their rules, playing their game.

A smile forced from them,
trying to please the lions in the den.
A laugh painfully fake,
made for only my loved ones' sake.

I haven't been happy in such a very long time,
just going through the motions like a mime.
My heart breaking with ever breath,
my mind constantly contemplating death.

My heart is so very sore,
and I've been wounded to my core.
But I'll make it through like always do,
waiting for the day my soul is brand new.

I'm going to take my strings back from them,
I'm going to let them see where it is my anger gets it's stem.
They can only try to break me,
but I choose who I'm going to be.

Author's Note

Bah

Reviews

[Kgosi]

The majories of the human spicies are unhappy bcoz they havent chosen to be themseslve. this poem is a reflection of how we have forgotten to hold dear our goals, dreams and mostly Life.

this is an inlightening piece, well written and has a sad feel to it,

wud that be the reason why you say "Bah"- does it mean - " THERE....IN YOUR FACE!"

coz it would be perfect if it ment that.

great poem.