My Restraint

by Melanie   Sep 11, 2008


Looking up the definition of me
the meaning of life.
You'r sthutting me down
spitting on my ground.
Who do you think I am?
You are not one to judge;
You are not one to dispise.
I am pivoting your anger
and shutting it off.
My drooping eyes can't take
a single tear more.
It's becoming so repetative.
I just want to distort.
I just want to dissapear.
To throw away my past,
that's all I want.
You'r not in control,
you'r merely a figure.
Persuading and toying with
my emotions, but don't you dare.

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