Mold me into what you will
Make me be your assistant
Have my life stand still
Against my resistance
I sit and wait for you
Watch you gain all the praise
Why do I muddle through
Bitterness with me always
If I would muster the courage
To walk out and never look back
Yet I'm always discouraged
Motivation is all I lack
But I allow you to mold me
Turn me into what you need
When will I ever finally see
That everyone is disposable – even me
© JLK 11/14/08
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