I was molded and squeezed,
Poked and prodded to be this perfect little thing.
I was thin as paper,
Suffocating.
Until I shriveled up into a deep depression.
YOU ARE READING
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PoezjaBeing a writer, my brain is filled with glorious ideas. I want to give my words life- and these are mine.
Play Thing
I was molded and squeezed,
Poked and prodded to be this perfect little thing.
I was thin as paper,
Suffocating.
Until I shriveled up into a deep depression.