as minutes keep crawling by,
each second lasts a lifetime,
it feels as if my life which I once lived,
already past by,
shaped into this life,
filled with regrets,
holds no future at all....
my bubbled life,
which I once lively lived,
I watch it being scattered,
bruised,
empty feelings,
containing no life at all,
only the question arises;
when will my life become my own?

Smiling Inside

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-will-my-life-begin/