Submerged in a pool of someone else control
They’re taken my emotions and imprisoned my soul
Forgetting my identity I Ã¢m mechanical from head to toe
Waking up in a cold sweat and afraid of my own shadow
Another life that lives in my subconscious mind
One that keeping me awake with the silence of the night
Visions of disorder flowing through my brain
Having to convince myself I Ã¢m not going insane
Writing poetry is what you feel is not a rule and feelings have no rules…
you don’t understand it..and act like you know everything who cares about ur war..if you took the time to answer this than..is worth some time to you..now go back to your WAR!
Whoever say’s ignorance has anything to do with..bad words..is self expression…and that is my SELF EXPRESSION..Mr KNOW IT all..
ignorance is a bliss..and your to kind..to comment on my sense of humor on poetry IRONIC..
Who can relate to this poem I wrote? And what you think about it?