Tuesday, August 4, 2009
The real me
trapped inside this body they perceive me as their enemy yet deep inside I know that I'm the same as I will always be. This puppet-master he holds the strings. This involuntary compulsion to do these things for they pull the strings. I am as an animal caged I howl in rage to be free this involuntary cage. I am not what you see, what I've done can't be me. I cling to my humanity distaste for what I'm imposed to do yet some wear inside I'm still simply plain old me.