This is from when we were given an open prompt for our writing exercise.
My life is a painting
My emotions the paint
My soul is the paintbrush
I create my own fate
You say it's immoral
You tell me it's wrong
But I just won't listen
I sing my own song
I'm sorry you don't know
You don't understand
This is my life now
I'm not yours to command
So sit in your seat there
Pretend that I'm near
But know I've moved on now
There's no need to fear
I absolutely loved this. My favorite part was the first section, it was pieced together perfectly. There is no criticism I could give this, keep making great stuffs like this!
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