i know whats right <br />i strugle with it at night <br />the pain swallows me up <br />empty's me out like a cup <br />feeling lost and unattached <br />hoping to be catched <br />but is it all right? <br />for me to fight? <br />for what im for? <br />or just run after the door? <br />thoughts jumbled <br />like an unsolved puzzle <br />do i let this confusion kill me? <br />for what i think should be? <br />bet now its me taking control for whats right..<br /><br />Hannah Williams<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/right-8/
