My Life, is mine.


I'm a puppet, controlled

by what I feel is

Wrong. That won't work,

my mind says. That is not a



What is a career?

To assume

I won't be happy under the

Stage Lights

Is to condemn my fate.

To say

Don't through your mind


Is to say I can't make my own mistakes.


Let me find my own happiness.

Let me be my own shepherd.

My Life, is mine.


Although I submit,

I do not commit myself to what I say

I will do

I say I will be happy

But I know...

I know

That my happiness will not come if

I am not true.

True to myself

True to capitol M-E.


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