by shelby Nov 20, 2005
category :
Dark, fantasy /
other
I am my own slave. My soul locked up unable to move. Can't express myself in a way i can set myself free. I am being held back. I want to move, I can't, I struggle, its hard. I get anxious, I scream out loud now I'm free. No longer a slave to myself |
by Brittany
Hey Shleby as your friend and class mate. Thats an ok poem but what made you write that,Other than that its an alright poem. You should write some more. |