Everything seems scripted
My words
My thoughts
Like all of it has been predicted
We think we have
The freedom of choice
But really it's just
An illusion
What else do I write
Or say
It has all been written
And said
The same things
Have been written
And said over and over
Yet I want to write it myself
Hate? Has been expressed
Love? Already has been felt
Experience? I have none
Gratitude? Speeches have been made
Anger? Has been screamed out
Fear? I have too many
Empty? It's this poem
Exhaustion? I have already been
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Inside Her Mind.
PoetryThis little bunch of poems that I am writing is 'how' I feel sometimes 'what' I feel sometimes... these are views towards life and relationships with people and all my compressed thoughts expressed.... They reflect me people I know and what they wan...
