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Contributed by jackson21 on Monday, 1st September 2008 @ 05:35:58 PM in AEST
Topic: oops



this animal inside me howls, begging and screaming to be let out,
i never used to be that image of composure, to be held up on your pedistals was never my ambition,
all i ever wanted was to be free to chose my own path, have a life that i built, that makes me feel of worth.
realising that my subconcious has been laced with all those morals taught at an early age,
took me a while to see alot of what i believe in was because of your faith in me.
I remember it all, beaten into recognition, my eyes now open to all the secrets interwoven through my childhood.

sit here alone in my bed, memories flooding over me,
basking in all that once was, how i've overcome and grown,
courage, strength, boldness, all things i was taught to cherish,
but the question still remains, am i strong enough now?

I see all my older siblings building up their lives, becoming everything they've wanted to be,
building families, houses, dreams, watching them blossom and evolve.
I look at it all asking why. to me it all just seems like a prettified cage,
just wanting to escape when i see how the stability transforms and quietens their inner child.
just want to break free of all those expectations placed onto me, never be like that, you can't make me.
so much just wants to burst out of me, to roam like a wild animal, let out its claws and hunt for the kill....




Copyright © jackson21 ... [ 2008-09-01 17:35:58]
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