Sometimes I wonder
Are they right?
Is the hand I hold
the one that holds me down?
They don’t know you.
Do I really know me?
I see forever with you,
But I’m not sure of the forever I once dreamed of.
Could it be jealousy
ignorance
or pure honesty
Why do I care
I’m afraid that a small part <of me> agrees.
Oh God, what have I done?
What have I said?
I think I’m just scared.
They all say they know me
“Well I may not go to (H)eaven,
but I sure hope you go to Hell.”
Leave me alone.
Let me live MY life.
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This is a poem I began and never finished…it is written on the back of the paper that the poem above is written on.
I don’t live for you
I don’t tiptoe for you
I don’t try to make you happy
not doing what I want
I don’t try to
On my mind (again?) 