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Life Control

I’m worried and anxious and angry, But I’ll never show it. I’m scared lonely and insecure, But I’ll never show it. I’m depressed hateful and sinful, But I’ll never show it. Instead I’ll just pour icy water over my head To cool the coil, to extinguish the flame, Fuse no more. Flame, here is your leave! I will stay awake all my days and extinguish this fuse; I will never let it blow, never let me show myself. That is weak, and I am strong, so hold myself together I must. But I can’t Nonsense, I can, of course! Nonsense of course. Nonsense? I guess I’m just insane; A double minded and double faced loon Who can’t live his life. I am molded and built, Designed and determined, Criticized and controlled, By everyone, save myself! Save myself. Myself Save So I shall! I hold myself, I am myself, I’ll die myself, I’ll live myself— In any order. I have decided, I will take my life And build a life for me Using my own life as a tool to build a new one. Hmm, this is all stupid. Life here life there, Life’s determined by the life and what it wants to do or be. It’s never been determined by another life, Some lives like to be liked, so They determine themselves to be liked and so, To be liked they become a slave to the wants and desires of other lives; For their approval and admiration.

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Date: 6/14/2024 12:29:00 AM
Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.
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