i know whats right
i strugle with it at night
the pain swallows me up
empty's me out like a cup
feeling lost and unattached
hoping to be catched
but is it all right?
for me to fight?
for what im for?
or just run after the door?
thoughts jumbled
like an unsolved puzzle
do i let this confusion kill me?
for what i think should be?
bet now its me taking control for whats right..
Hannah Williams
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/right-8/
