Sometimes I wonder if this was all just a part of the plan,
If I'm just a puppet in a sceene of death.
Not knowing where I'll end up,
But trying my luck.
Can I get out of this cluster fuck?
So much pain and agony,
So much pain endured.
Do I not know the truth?
Or am I just blinded by love?
Will I know it all one day?
Or will I have to wait until I'm dead and gone?
It'll be hell to have to wait that long.
Especially for just one answer.
But yet,
I'm no puppet.
There are no strings attached to me,
And I'm not sitting on anybody's lap.
Because I've said to hell with that,
I'm doing what I want because atleast then I'll know I'm happy,
And I'll try and cheer my friends up along the way,
But only if they let me.

11/01/2010

Author's Note: I live in my own world, wondering if what I really experience is the truth, or all apart of some grand master minds plan.

Posted on 11/04/2010
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