I wrote this next poem during my senior year of High School, in Study Hall. All my life I’ve felt trapped, Locked up. This was when I’d decided to do some growing up and figure out who I was, and what I wanted out of life. Every decision until that point had been made for me. I broke out; started with going to the college of my choice, against my mothers judgment.
recovery now it's been 17 years and I've had enough of this mess I can't take it anymore I'm closing the misery door I know what I have to do now I think I've known it all along I just couldn't stature my wrongs I just couldn't figure out how but now I'm there what others thing, I don't care! cuz I'm gone live for me! no one can tell me anything! I'm tired of laying low and trying to satisfy everyone else it's time for them to know the gravy train is over, I'm gone only myself from now on, it's gone be my way no matter what they say I'm living for me and now, I'm gone be happy
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