Your pleas for help are heard only by you
You need the acknowledgement to help get you through
Your being held hostage inside your own mind
Wondering how people can be so unkind
Your roguish, decietful, not as you appear
The hate you emit is perfectly clear
Your evil deeds come full circle, you better watch out
Contempt mixed with pleasure, you add in the doubt
You dont think for yourself, your just a machine
In the hands of others, how can you come clean?
Just a mindless being, a follower, a tool
One that does everything just to be cruel
ok, this poem, hits really close to home...even though I try to be myself, i end up doing what or becoming what others want me to. and your poem proves exactly what I have been ignoring. thank you. if you want, read my stuff, its shitty, but oh well. I encourage you to continue writing, you have wonderful talent.