A poem written out of deep emotion...
You press me down
under the power of your crown
You leave me no way
to say what I need to say
You yell at me to intimidate
You don't really want to awake my hate
You blackmail me
hoping for change
You don't see
I'm way out of your range
You think you do me good
Crushing me under your boot
You can't know what I feel
Caring only for what is to you real
I don't have your acceprance
in what I do or who I am
But you were never willing
to give me a chance
You subdue me
how I am, what I feel
is not what you want to see
The person who is to others real
Do you feel guilty you could not shape me?
The way you wanted me to be?
Well, I'm sorry
It would have been a pathetic way to me
And now you try to change me still
Am I a creature so against your will?
There's many things you didn't teach me
I taught myself the ability to be me
You still tear me asunder
Threaten and shout
Yes, for me there's no way out
You relish that, don't you?
Relish all the things you can do
I have no power
While you sit on your tower
Searching the person you will never see
The person who you wanted me to be
Shout, yell, blackmail and hurt
Subdue me, crush me, call me dirt
If it makes you content,
for the person you wish for is non-existent
Poetry by Christabel
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Written on 2006-02-24 at 18:25
Tags Subdued Anger Tear
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You Tear Me Under
You tear me underYou press me down
under the power of your crown
You leave me no way
to say what I need to say
You yell at me to intimidate
You don't really want to awake my hate
You blackmail me
hoping for change
You don't see
I'm way out of your range
You think you do me good
Crushing me under your boot
You can't know what I feel
Caring only for what is to you real
I don't have your acceprance
in what I do or who I am
But you were never willing
to give me a chance
You subdue me
how I am, what I feel
is not what you want to see
The person who is to others real
Do you feel guilty you could not shape me?
The way you wanted me to be?
Well, I'm sorry
It would have been a pathetic way to me
And now you try to change me still
Am I a creature so against your will?
There's many things you didn't teach me
I taught myself the ability to be me
You still tear me asunder
Threaten and shout
Yes, for me there's no way out
You relish that, don't you?
Relish all the things you can do
I have no power
While you sit on your tower
Searching the person you will never see
The person who you wanted me to be
Shout, yell, blackmail and hurt
Subdue me, crush me, call me dirt
If it makes you content,
for the person you wish for is non-existent
Poetry by Christabel
Read 1043 times
Written on 2006-02-24 at 18:25
Tags Subdued Anger Tear
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