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Just Let Me Be Me

Contributed by AznDemon300 on Monday, 30th April 2012 @ 12:04:28 AM in AEST
Topic: SadPoetry



Your an object that gets used early, then later on scrammed.
Under the bed or in a closet is where you get rammed.
Around your arms and on your back there are strings, which is bizarre.
Have you figured out you are?
If you guessed a puppet, your right.
Just a toy who is waiting for someone to ignite.
Being a puppet is no fun.
Another person controls you, and you can't even run.
They control your dimension, feelings, and motion.
Without them controlling you, there is no action.
You always gets messed around with.
You just want to free yourself, like locks at a locksmith.
Your sick of people changing who you are.
Sick of people changing your note, like playing on a guitar.
All you want to be is yourself.
Not himself, herself, or oneself, just yourself.
But your just a puppet, nothing much you can do.
Your just a toy, no different than Winnie The Pooh.
Who ever controls you, you will have through.
All you want, is your own point of view.




Copyright © AznDemon300 ... [ 2012-04-30 00:04:28]
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Re: Just Let Me Be Me (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Monday, 30th April 2012 @ 01:34:09 AM AEST
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You're using your for the contraction of you are instead of you're which is the correct way. Otherwise not bad. :)


Re: Just Let Me Be Me (User Rating: 1 )
by bryantjunior on Monday, 30th April 2012 @ 06:00:38 AM AEST
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Very good rhyming scheme.




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