What I Am
What I Am
It’s my time to be what I am.
There’s no more you and me.
And quite frantically,
That’s how it should be.
You don’t have a clue.
Thinking everything revolves around you.
Give it time, baby boy.
You’ll see she was just a toy.
Not being held back now.
This is my time now.
Don’t bother trying,
Because inside I was the one dying.
Copyright © Anna Marie Duna | Year Posted 2010
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