No longer can I take this.
I am not your fool.
Your puppet,
I will not let you pull my strings,
For your amusement any longer.
I'm cutting these strings.
And making my own decisions.
This game we're playing,
Will no longer be at my expense.
If you want to play,
It must be by the rules.
No more sitting on the sideline,
Deciding whether or not,
You will play this round.
You are in,
Or out.
The ball is on your side of the court,
You can continue playing,
Or leave the game.
The choice is yours.
What will you do?
How will you choose?
Time is short,
For I may just walk away,
Ball in midair...
Have a fun, bright, smiley day Bryan!
ReplyDeletejeez,this was one you wrote a while ago... but do you go through trials that give you these feelings? must be tough. uh... my mother is controlling. Today she said some stupid crap. So i liked this.
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