Im feeling like im being told how to live a certian way.It sucks!
People(parents/ whoever) telling me what to do and how to do it.NO!
I want my own life I want to do it my way or its the highway.
IM ANGRY!
I am keeping these feelings inside I have no way to get them out but to write.
I want to scream at the world I cant take it anymore, Im frustrated very irate I need my own life.
I want to be a stinging bee.I cant talk to those people they dont understand me, I dont want to be restrained.
I want to be the falling rain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You might as well get used to being told what to do. It happens every where wether in Florida or Illinois. Also people here move to Florida to get away from snow. Please read my poetry here Arthur Knackmus