Description: This explains how there is a set way for people to live, a sense of conformity that is layed out. I wanted to write this and say that I just don't want that, I want the freedom to do whatever I want and to be whoever I want.
My Life That Isn't Mine -------------------------------------------
I hate this life that you have lived for me
I hate the hate that crwlas on my spine
I hate the style and the conformity
you take my life like it isn't mine
I need the pain that you have caused me
I need a life to call my own
but with my needs come apathy
and with my hate comes a bit of love
I love this head that I am living in
it's unfortunate that you can't see
the only person I am dealing with
is the person I call me
Wow. This is a really good poem. When I first was looking at this title, I was like what the heck does this title mean. It sounds so messed up. But than I read this and now it makes perfect sense. But my only advise is to look it over cause I saw some spelling mistakes. Its not that you spelt it wrong. But the letters were out of order. Great jOb. This was a good poem stephanie
Wow, do you hear voices? I had to say that sorry. Anyways this is great. I feel like this every day of my life. I hate it and I want it to end. Being me is a [censored]. Creating a false reality is the way. I love this poem. Nice write. Do you write lyrics by any chance??