Me
The pages of my story keep turning
Even though these words I've considered burning
For the tale they tell is one of tragedy
Pathetic and of "me"
I do not see rainbows
Or butterflies
My vision has been blurred
By all the tears I've cried
In this game called life
I'm forced to follow others' rules
I've tried to fight it
But either way I look like a fool
Even my conscience
Has taken on their voices
Even in my mind
They control my choices
I live in fear
I am not free
I haven't been allowed
To discover "me"
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