There is a saying that goes something like this.."Life is only what you make it."
But, everyone is given a certain life for a reason.
If this person is given a life that they don't like, then life isn't what you make it, it's only what is given to you.
Now the question is, why are some people given the life they have?
I can't make anything of my life, it was given to me and now someone else wants to live it.
It's like my life was given to me, but now it's so far away from me.
Every time I look in the mirror I see something I don't want to see, something I'm not proud of, something someone made of me.
I am not me, I am only what someone wants me to be.
It's like I'm stuck at a red light in traffic and there is no way I can get around the three cars in front, behind or beside me.
Now, I just have to sit here and wait for the light to change.
Why won't it change?
Everyday something reminds me and brings me back to some place I don't want as a memory.
Did anyone ever notice, live spelled backwards is evil?
I'm not living, I'm amongst evil constantly?
That leaves me thinking, exactly what is the difference between pure and depravity?
The line, my life is mine, keeps repeating in my mind.
My life is like a crossword puzzle and I have to fill in the blanks.
I can't figure out what to put in those blank spaces.
I don't know how to end this, nor do I know how to start anything.
I just hope one day I can be the girl who says, I went through this and now look at me, I'm actually meaningful.
