This is not the feeling I want to live
You’re telling me what you want me to be
Deep inside I know something has to give
Because I know it’s not me you do see.
Your expectations of me are unfair.
The petty jealousies only abuse;
I feel myself wither under your glare,
It seems you want to leave me so bemused.
But, casting you out, casting you away
Freeing myself of this knot of true pain
Cutting out the cruelty, freed the day,
Allows me to resurface, live again.
No puppet, I, to twist the knife in so
Instead take it, cut it, and so I go.
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Question: is there an ebook of my Sonnets here? Is this something that should seek electronic ink? Or, so it seems. is this nothing but a dream, to take these words that I toss out, are nothing, just air, and less worth to shout? (somebody stop me!!!) 🙂
Tale Spinning 