Personal Hell

A Poem by Beaudyn

I'm sick and tired of tossing my feelings away
What should I feel? What should I say?
I live this life for someone else
Never for myself, I'm sick of this hell
My thoughts never heard, my voice not expressed
I'm way too young to have all this stress
I should be going places, they say
Well not today, cuz I've got hell to pay
My actions are never quite my own
I'm in this world alone, I feel like a drone
You say "jump," I'll say "how high?"
I'll never find my pie in the sky, don't ask me why
Just like you want, I'm at your beck and call
But to you I am small, I don't matter at all
You say things that can bring me to tears
But you don't stop there, you just instill more fears
Are you coming or going, nobody knows
I'll sum it all up for you: Life Just Blows...