I'M Dead Poem by Alma Lopez

I stop and sit
stare off into the world then my life
I see this girl living at someone else's pleasure
like a puppet doing her all for someone else
Trying to make someone else happy without thinking for herself
in her life she doesn't exsist anymore..
she has given it up for someone else
She's living in someone's hand who has her on grip
can't escape because that's like her home now..
she doesn't want to hurt it
why can't she just escape and run away?