This is what I'm Feeling

I'm not a poet but I take what is in my heart and put it on paper Using this pen to do the writing Only this ink is my timing I'm not crying but yes I'm sad Be strong is what you said Choosing you was an option I had a choice but I want Correction I wanted you but you owned me How can you claim me as your property When you don't own any property If prison was a person then with you I was the priosoner They always say memories are history But even in my present you haunt me I'm always writing a story Just like I said I'm using a pen, with no can not do the writing but I still can't forget and forgive you