another poem, this one is how you interpret it
note: i may sound paranoid at the moment, but don't take this one either!

im not allowed many things.
because im me, i can only be
a puppet on a steel wire string

everything comes down to the same,
the buzzing in your ear
that's never really there.

they aren't allowed to love me.
i cannot talk to them.
no matter how many times i try to
stitch and hem
they break my work
because they were told.

i truly want to love you.
and be loved by you.
i know it will never be, though
because im not allowed.

no matter how i try,
im always repeating myself.
we all have rules binding us together,
and tearing us apart.

i cannot be pretty
because im not allowed
and with all the talents and gifts
we are so endowed, not one can shine,
it's trapped, never to come
out.

the key was taken away from
me
to where i do not know
the locks have all been
frozen shut
beneath 3 feet of snow

your heart has melted all the
ice,
but still i cannot say,
how i feel about my love
the words still locked away.

i may not be allowed
but i will always try
to be the girl you'll always want
the girl i am inside.

(end of poem)
as you can see, i rarely use correct punctuation. it just happens, but i don't change format. cause it's how i think it flows. hope you enjoy!