My own prison

Thursday, March 17, 2011.

When I want to express my feelings, I do it through the music that I like.

When I want to say something smart, I use a smart people`s words.
When I want to do something, I ask others to tell me what to do.

When I want to cry, I let music to cry all the tears for me.

 When I want to laugh , I  worry about what others think about my loud laughter.

 When I want to make love, I worry for someone who can hear my shouting.

 When I want to be a little silly, I worry for the cameras that might  show up in the bad time.

When I want to be free, I worry about hurting someone.

 When I want to be me, I don`t know who I am any more!



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