Playing God - Part FourMature

The path I follow

Not the one I choose.

It is the people

Who i can not say no to.  

 

Why do people force me?

Why can they not let me be?

They always seem

To anger me.

 

I try and try

To act my best.

But it does not seem

To impress the rest.

 

I question.

Why do I bother?

Why do I care?

Why do I always

Be the last to care

 

I try and try

Be nice to others

But all I get

Is a slap in the face  

 

Now I stand up to you

Standing strong

Standing great

Now I am the one

 

Who makes the rules. 

The End

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