You follow me around
You say the things I say
You do the things I do
You act the way I act
You dress the way I dress
I wish you'd find yourself
I wish you'd be yourself
I wish you'd stop trying to be something you're not
You follow me like a little puppy
Kicked around and deserted
What you don't understand is the reasoning behind my action
The stories behind my words
But yet you try to live my life like you know it
Like you own it
But you are not me
I am
And godammit I'm sick of answering to you
I'm your play thing
Or your minion
You toss me aside when you get the feeling
But I'm always ready to be played with again
And that's the problem
The fact that I keep coming back
I'm tired and broken but I come back to you
I'm having a difficult time finding myself
Because your shadow is always hovering above mine
I try to be my own person
But you arrange it so there's always two of me
And I'm starting to feel like the unwanted copy
YOU ARE READING
My Kitchen Sink
PuisiAre you searching for purpose? Then write something, yeah it might be worthless. -Twenty One Pilots This is my worthless writings, for a kitchen sink to you is not a kitchen sink to me. Stay street.