My heart and emotions is not mine to control, but hers
Her constant misuse and abuse of my heart has caused my heart to wither away
My heart throbs in pain, yet learns for her love
Her jaw dropping manipulation causes others wrap around her finger like a cast on an injured limb
All to do what she has done to me, throw you away and ensure that your name is forever unheard of
My logic, thinking, and mind belongs to all but me
However with each day their piece of my mind shrinks and shrinks
I am not me!
I am but a mold of others desires
I am surrounded by an overabundance of others desires that wish for nothing but material substance and the downfall of those who have earned said material substance
It's a shame they don't know what i am, inside the mold of a man i am
I much prefer thought provoking and meaningful conversations
It's more of a shame that the more i make futile attempts at pleasing them not only do i become more of a mold for them but i cause irreparable damage to who i truly am
