Free To Be Me
My dear Boy........Friend?
I don't know what I did to get this rejection
I look in the mirror and analyze my reflection
No longer am I a sweet and innocent child
I look as if for days I was in the wild
Stopping to think about my life
How depressing I might as well stab myself with a knife
Bruised and hurt all over my body
Can someone help me....? Anybody...
I scream and shout to show I'm hurt
Look at me I'm covered in dirt
No not the physical dirt, but dirt of the soul
The type of dirt you threw at me now I feel like a ghoul
Ugly and miserable is how you left me
You used me for yourself; I would've preferred you hit me
I trusted you with all my heart
All you did was laugh and stab it with a dart
I hope all your cruelties catch up to you
So you can learn how it feels to be "blue"
You played with my heart my feelings my soul
I thought you were worth it but you aren't anymore
You told me you loved me but that was a lie
I wake-up each day and ask myself... Why?
Why? Oh Why? Did I believe what you said?
All those beautiful words just to get me to bed
Never again will I let you use me!
I am strong and I am free
It's over now and I am free
Finally free, Free to be........ME
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