The End Of Me

The day I stop being myself
And go out of my way
To please your dubious
Ans selfish desires,
That will be the sad day
I would become your shadow
With no reason to exist
In a World of uncertainties!

That clouded day,
My inner-self would die
Becoming simply
A toy of your choice
To joyfully play
In your well designed game...
My sensitive heart
Would become a playground!

That painful day
I stop being myself,
The word 'Freedom'
Will automatically be erased
From my reservoir of rich words!
Peace of mind will become
Definitely a total fiction!
That frighten and gray day
Will be the end of me!

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poem by Romeo Della Valle
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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