Living With You'Ll
Couldn't be myself
put up my feet.
Eat when I wanted to
wear what I wanted to
sleep when I wanted to
Feeling like a prisoner
visitors coming at odd times
Couldn't have a lie in
express my self or have a voice
Lost the will to llive, something had to give
I was someone else looking in.
Copyright © Yasmin Ilahi | Year Posted 2011
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