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We're free To do, to say, to be Whatever makes you proud of me I can oblige, I don’t agree I can't see eye to eye, you see I'd lie to try evade that sigh Assumed reply consumed by why I had no say conceived the sky Each passing day perceived too high Trespassing lay bereaved to die Til watered ground believed too dry The forest falls; no use to cry You never asked to be born to any life Your say, it mattered none If ever tasked to bring morning with a knife Poor day, pit-pattered sun Wore spray, spit-spattered gun Swore stay, sit-shattered spun Floor display wit tattered won Door away fitted undone ***** will say bitter begun A score to play hit her home run Too poor to pay **** owing one A roar made sore ripcords I tore Demanding, MORE! Standing, what for? No landing, or Backhanding, or Still stand ignore Can't stand no more
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Jan 26, 2015
Jan 26, 2015 at 3:58 PM UTC
PROMPT: Free Will (?)
We're free To do, to say, to be Whatever makes you proud of me I can oblige, I don’t agree I can't see eye to eye, you see I'd lie to try evade that sigh Assumed reply consumed by why I had no say conceived the sky Each passing day perceived too high Trespassing lay bereaved to die Til watered ground believed too dry The forest falls; no use to cry You never asked to be born to any life Your say, it mattered none If ever tasked to bring morning with a knife Poor day, pit-pattered sun Wore spray, spit-spattered gun Swore stay, sit-shattered spun Floor display wit tattered won Door away fitted undone ***** will say bitter begun A score to play hit her home run Too poor to pay **** owing one A roar made sore ripcords I tore Demanding, MORE! Standing, what for? No landing, or Backhanding, or Still stand ignore Can't stand no more
Line by line; meaning for the first portion: They tell us we can be whatever we want to be that we can speak freely, that the world is our oyster. But here, I'm only free to become that which you wish of me. Although I acquiesce, I resent it. We don't hold the same standards. I spin fables of what I've done, and hide that which I do, to keep from hearing that heavy sigh of disappointment. Saying less gives you more room to see me as the daughter you wish I were. I didn't ask to be born. I didn't ask to be born with a disorder that requires medications that used to make me into a monster. I'm ready to go, every night that I lay down Water the grave with the tears, now dried up If a tree falls and no one is around to hear it, why bother making a sound?
#drugs#disorder#shame#family#guilt#daughter#parents#medication#narcolepsy#stimulants
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Jan 26, 2015
Jan 26, 2015 at 3:58 PM UTC
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