My Poem I made up for Hedda Gabler: supsupsupsup!!!!!

POOR HEDDA
Poor Hedda, thirsty for control,
But what good is power if you lose your own soul?
Constantly fighting and always getting mad
Too busy to see what she already had.
Poor Hedda, thirsty for control,
But what good is power if you lose your soul?
Poor Hedda, thirsty for control,
Always digging yourself into a hole
Allowing you anger to get bigger and bigger
You always had a gun, but never pulled the trigger!
Poor Hedda, thirsty for control,
But what good is power if you lose your own soul?
Poor Hedda, so thirsty and broken
Trying to find the things that were stolen!
Always searching for something so deep,
But sadly it was something that you could never keep.
Poor Hedda, thirsty for control,
But what good is power if you lose your own soul?
Dear Hedda, desperate for meaningful life,
But always consumed by the trouble and strife
Before you could even take your last breath,
The only true power you had was through death.
Dear Hedda, thirsty for control,
But what good was power if you lost your own soul?