Am I me,

Or am I what your control made me to be,

Did I grow,

Or did you also decide where I should flow,

Will I try,

Or do I believe the excuses and your fake cry,

Can I go,

Or remain here fearful of my tomorrow,

Dare I speak,

Or be quiet and always be week,

Do I know,

Or am I forever to be lost in your shadow,

Should I run,

Or will I live in fear of the hunt and the gun,

Is there a way,

Or will even thinking mean my last day?

 

"I believe in love and all it stands for." MayahRose?