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Prisoner

PoetessAurora

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I am a prisoner of the clothes I wear,
Of the how I style my hair,
By this label that I bear.

I am a prisoner of fake "hi"s and smiles,
Towering in superfacial piles,
Along the roadway for miles.

Let me out? How 'bout I let you in?
Come sink or swim,
In this cestpool of sin.

These bars are tinfoil and I am clay,
Won't you come in and play?
I've been oh so lonely today.

No, never would you,
Affiallate us two.


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I am writing poetry for my therapist. She wants me to try and express what's going on inside my head. The rhyme scheme isn't supposed to be nice sounding, or perfect. Like I said, she wants me to try and express what's going on inside my head, which is neither nice sounding or perfect.
 
I like this a lot. The rhyme scheme is really good if you weren't really trying. You managed to combine the disjointed thoughts that were running around into a good work. the tone of it is cynical in my opinion and it flows just how it should. the ending of it is perfect as well. good work!

writing IS my theraphy! :D

~Shelly~

*does exotic belly dance*
 
Originally posted by Rollingrrl
writing IS my theraphy! :D


mine too :)

I really liked this, it reminds me of thoughts I've had myself. The cynical woman inside who can't help but narrate for me as I go through my life.
 
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