TrustSICKControl Date: Sunday, 2nd October 2005 @ 08:04:48 PM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry Contributed By: Fair I' m hung over From a night of being sober I have a knot in my stomach Trust is a weird thing TRUST Disobedience Do you believe in Karma? I wish i didn't But I do I feel sick SICK What a fickle word for something not altogether Feasible I'm sick of lying Sick of living life not alive Sick of living in these constraints I put on myself And pretend Other people put on me too I need control CONTROL This poem is Copyright © Fair Important note: ALL POETRY ON THIS SITE IS COPYRIGHT. If you wish to use any poem for any purpose, please either EMAIL Mick from the sites feedback form, or go to the AUTHOR'S site and EMAIL the author for permission. If you Email Mick for permission on any poem that is not his personal works, he will endeavor to contact the author on your behalf. This poem comes from Your Poetry Dot Com https://www.your-poetry.com/ The URL for this poem is: https://www.your-poetry.com/route.php?page=poetry/PoemDetail&story_id=106948