It's come to the point
where I don't know who I am
I've let pills and people decide
put me on a line
can't cross it
or I'll be something else
I'm not sure where I want to be
who I want to become
but there will be a place
I'll get it all done
sorted in a case
gotta know your boundaries
where your limit stops
it's not green light go
red light stop
it's here's where you are
here's where you need to be
it's a road you designed to take
but are you gonna let
pills or people decide
who you are
and where you're gonna go?

The End

8 comments about this poem Feed