as i was

If I were to stop
and rearange my life
give up on my pen
and focus on my sacrafice
would i be me?
or just another person
fighting for a facide
to be admired by YOUR son
buy the fancy car
and hundreds on a house
work at this job
traped like a mouse
this is not who I am
nor who i want to be
but welcome to like
and what its made of me
nothing left of my self
only items and body
my sole is to socioty
as i WAS to poetry.