bicycleofthoughts

Should I write whatever I want
Or should I let others guide my hand?
There are a lot of hands holding mine.
Some are gentle, some forceful
The words that pour out are the story
A story I believed would be mine
but these hands believe it’s theirs to own
To own, to shape and to define by their will
To deny them is to anger them
To deny them is to make them sad
Some believe that their story is for my good
some just want to see the story ruined
Some I don’t pay heed, some I can’t ignore
Some have sacrificed theirs for mine
Do I repay them by sacrificing mine?
Or just break all the hands and
face the music?