Hey, this is only my second time posting one of my works, so I apoligize.
This poem is in the point of view of Rose from Titanic.
On the outside I’m a well brought up lady
On the inside I’m a slave in chains
Both screaming at the tops of their lungs
I have to pretend
To be interested in him
In them
And everything they say
Though nothing I say
Seems to matter
To him
Or them
I need to break free
Of this life
But there’s no way out
So I’ll make my way
One step
Two steps
Hold on
Let go
