caricatureA Poem by caitlin
Predictable your words are.
loud and out of tune. You're simply a poor, lonely, stereotypical cartoon. secretly your pitied. you really stood no chance. your life is measured. your self decided. without a second chance. However. as for me. my character is not up for negotiation. For criticism, or interrogation. YOUR fate may be controlled by predestination. But my fate is mine, for my own determination. Nothing can cripple my chances. I WILL find my own salvation.
© 2015 caitlin |
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Added on July 31, 2015 Last Updated on July 31, 2015 |