Not My Life

by Dead Is The New Alive   Apr 10, 2008


Too many colors
are circling me
i can't understand
anything anymore
it feels as if
my life isn't mine
but someone else's
and I am a clone
of them
I follow them and their choices
breath is shallow and fast
why can't I wake up?
trapped inside a plastic box
strings are attached
to my hands and feet
you control me
for I am your puppet

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