New life

by Erica Brown©   Jan 11, 2005


My life never flows how I plan it,
I tell it to go left and it takes a sharp right.
I'm behind the wheel but I feel like I'm in the backseat.
I cannot take control.

I'm tired of this life,
I want the one I daydream of.
Day and night I want to be someone I cannot be.
Someone I cannot reach.

I'm hated for thinking my own way,
Hated for not being like her.
I used to want to be myself,
But now I'm not so sure.

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