A poem I wrote about making a tough decision in my life, when I felt that it had already been pre-determined without me.
Aren't I supposed to be happy?
Isn’t this what I asked for?
Then why do I feel so empty?
Like a broken bottle on a cold shore.
I am the doll on the ventriloquists lap
The strings are pulled and the curtain rises
The people say cheer and I give a clap
They don’t see through my many disguises
Why am I so stuck?
Is there something wrong with me?
Am I all out of luck?
Is it too late to break free?
Oh, to live a fantasy life
Where I could control my destiny
To be away from all this strife
A conscious clear and shiny
Am I a Liar to continue?
Or a jerk if I leave?
God, I am asking you...
To whom do I cleave?