I sit here just wondering
How it got so bad
Reminiscing all the happy times
That I once did have
I’m stuck inside Tess’ body
And the devil is my mind
I just wish I could change it back
My true self I yearn to find
I know I can escape this clasp
The evil clasp of his hands
But I need to find the energy
To hopefully make a stand
The controlling powers are so crushing
But through his lies I can see
He is scared of letting me become
The person to the fullest of my potential
I hate him for being there
And taking over my time
Or is it me I’m growing to hate?
Is this his life or mine?
I get so confused at everything
Should I give in or fight...
It seems giving up is the easy way out
But I’m not yet ready to see the light
Too much confusion, disorientating me
I don’t know where to turn
I have lots of support but no understanding
My life is beginning to burn.
Excellent metaphorism! If the fight must continue, surely you'll be a winner, Tess. As Ia friend told me once: THERE IS NO SUCH THINGS AS SAD DAYS OR HAPPY DAYS. THERE ARE ONLY SAD PEOPLE OR HAPPY PEOPLE. Keep seaching because you'll find what you are looking for one of these days... An expressive write...Virginia
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like this poem... Hate is a struggle and we struggle by the past and for future now! ! !