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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