Control

Lately I have wondered where the time has gone,

I stay hidden from others so no one can find me.

I lay awake at night feeling so dead inside,

Trying to find myself,

Trying to see the good in all I am and all I do.

 

I care when I shouldn't, too nice to so many.

I love when I shouldn't , even tho it's not worth it. 

Why have I become someone I have always wanted to be,

Yet so longing to hate the person I am.

I can hide, I can run, But from who?

 

It's time to take control, control over the millions of things I am not.

I am a writer, a mother,

I am friend, a person.

One thing I am not is someones lover.

Someday I , I will be free...