The System

The System

A Poem by shyla
"

getting told what to by people who dont know you..

"
Draw me my future,
Pave my perfect road,
For i am not myself,
But yours to control,

Tell me you know me,
Yet affection you never show me,
My opinion doesn't matter,
Shove me, just to pull me back,

Ohh, you underestimate my wisdom, 
My own road is just a trail,
I will wonder where i want,
While your beyond the pail; 

© 2017 shyla


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nice poem Shyla but my eye caught a couple of typos that you might want to address.
The final two lines?

I will still WANDER where I want......
and the last word......PAIL in this context is spelled PALE......Sorry for barging in like this and please feel free to ignore what I said....I still enjoyed the poem though

Posted 7 Years Ago


such a touching piece. thank you so much for sharing.
it was very relatable as well

again, thank you for the share
you are so talented

J

Posted 7 Years Ago


Ohhhhh, what a wonderful piece... Just the thought of it, reading through it aloud makes me to take a moment a bit and check where have my future been pulling me to or shoving me to... I now seat and wonder whether I came this far in life because of what it has been doing to me or I was just leaving a trail behind the scenes...?

Posted 7 Years Ago


shyla

7 Years Ago

I like to reflect my thoughts into my poems i'm glad that it somehow created insight for you :)
I suppose we learn from our mistakes better than anyone else. The road ahead is long and we need to follow our own path remembering what worked and what didn't.

Posted 7 Years Ago


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shyla
shyla

Prescott , AZ



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I am under 18, I love writing and the thought of imagination becoming my best friend and reality being the black sheep of my life. When you didn't have a childhood its never to late. more..

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