Spectator of my own life
These days I feel as though I am watching my life through other people's eyes.
Just watching my life go by.
My life does not feel my own.
Other people run it, it seems.
I have no choices.
I do what I am told.
I have no place to run and hide.
I am silenced in my opinion. It's wrong. It's bad. It's selfish.
And so, I just keep going.
1 Comments:
I liked this poem so good. Some time it feels life is driven by others and not by own ideas.
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