October 8, 2009
One thing in common
Soaring high and being free
Bounded by nothing but there own faults
We all cant be birds now can we?
Within my reach,the touch of free life
Except I'm bounded by.........
Each line of rope signifies a burden or weight holding me back
Trying so hard to be the child that I'm not
But each day that fake fusad crumbles more and more
Just waiting for that day I can soar and fly.....just like a bird
It's like I take 3 steps forward and 6 steps back
Not realizing that large steps aren't the steps to take
Big steps,little steps.....Still bound
Feeling like I've been kidnapped and put in someone elses life
As if I've been put in a mold thats dried,no escaping now
Never knowing when I can get a foot in the door to break free
Or when mercy will be shown on me
Sometimes I try to make myself believe this is a phase
You know,mind over matter
Mind wont even consider the matter
Thining about the day when I'll be able to fly away
Soaring high,being free
Thats the life I fein

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~EmilyC~ This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Oct. 22, 2009 at 8:53 am
This one is my favorite of yours!
roxawesomeness replied...
Oct. 22, 2009 at 9:27 am
I have to agree with her. This one is definately great!
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