by D Turner

Created on: October 23, 2008   Last Updated: April 10, 2012

My life is a shell
Of what I thought it would be
It's controlled by others
And not by me

Trapped in a world
Where I have no place
There is no where to go
I'm just a blank face

Things that I wanted
And held so dear
Are forever destroyed
And no where near

I'm walked all over
Like a dirty rug
But then told I'm loved
And given a hug

And if I question that love
Or if I do not comply
I'm told it's my fault and
My choice that I cry

I have been told I'm a bitch
And even a crazy physchotic
So now I'll just sit in a trance
That's beyond hypnotic

I must not think
Or question or live
I'm just a warm lump of flesh
With nothing to give

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