Undercontrol Of The Love Master Poem by Madison Wrobel

Im going home at 3
This is bull
Im standing out here in the heat
Singing my heart and soul out.

Dead walking on the pavement
I feel invisable like a waste to b even existed
Just no one sees that i live here on Planet Earth

I thaught love could help me fly to the moon
And through the galaxies
But instead it has ruined me
And pumbled me through the ground

I am a lonley puppet on old torn strings
I can't get free from the love master
I scream for help but im inclosed in a chamber
All to my lonsome self

Im just looking for an angel
To set me free from the grasps of the love master
Is that to much to ask for?