You say you can tolerate what I am
But I shouldn’t change what I used to be
Your reason you blame on words in a book
The words that say my living is a sham
I must believe if I am to be free
My truth isn’t there, I did take a look
I read the words that shouted suffer child
And tame your heart’s desire that runs too wild
Once they held me deep inside like a clam
Imprisoned within a pale hardened shell
Obeying rules to pass the life exam
Always praying my mind would soon get well
But that existence is not what I am
I was a prisoner in your living hell


© JG Farmer 2015

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About Jez Farmer

I am a freelance writer and poet and started writing after raising my two boys as a way of discovering just who Jez is. That is still very much an on-going project but the journey so far has introduced me to many wonderful friends and fellow writers through an ever growing love of poetry.
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