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angeladri
Adrianne Street
United States

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Trapped

Trapped by my family,
To cause no harm,
What they want from me,
Is more bullshit charm,
Forcing me to reconsider,
What I already know is wrong,
Making me think,
I was fucked all along.

Why can't I just be myself?
Why can't I be free?
The make me want to hurt them,
So I can live the life I need,
Why can't they just leave me?
I know its cuz they care,
But they don't know me,
So what they ask is just not fair.

Trapped in indecision,
I just can't move on.
Should I just tell them?
About the person I've become?
Will I be her daughter,
If I fuck this up right now?
Will I be their sister,
If I tell them what I've found?

Trapped within my memories,
That have seemed to fade away,
Of a time when I was happy,
With much less for my heart to pay.
To much that I've built up,
To leave it on a whim,
Hoping for tomorrow,
Where life is not so grim.

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digs Comment by: digs - 2005-12-13 08:50
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Sad, moving and powerful. It left me wanting more about what it is you've 'found'.
Comment by: - 2005-08-08 13:37
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This oozes with your frustration. I was wondering what the last half of the penultimate stanza, 'Will I be her daughter,
If I fuck this up right now?
Will I be their sister,
If I tell them what I've found?'
refers to. What did you found. A poem full of intriguing riddles. What are you doing that is pissing them off so much? What are they asking you to do? What do you feel the need to move on from? What is making life so grim?

it might be an interesting idea to examine the context behind this torrent of emotion. A lot of good poetry, I think, comes from looking at the nuts and bolts of situations - the irony, the absurdity, the unfairness - and lets the reader feel the emotions themselves, triggered by the words, the rhythms, the mood of the poetry.

Anyway, this made me feel sad, so it achieved a change in my emotional state. Thnx4the read : )
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