Controlling

I wrote this in middle school and can recite it from memory; still one of my favorites.

I wasn't made to make a lot, this I know is true.

But this is where I think, walk for myself, you can't abuse;

That this is me, this is who, and this is what I choose.

Don't take it all away,

Don't pick before I bruise;

Everything I've ever gained,

It stands with me for who;

I've ever been, who I am, and who I could be soon.

Author's Note

I'm not great with punctuation, I just want the rhythm to be noticeable.