I wanted to be who I wished to have
But they made me something only they would manipulate
They created me shaped me into something nice and expensive
But the things they named as expensive weren't luxury for me
I had my own type of luxury to cherish and to hold onto
Why not give me a change and see what I would mould myself into
I don't want to be depended on them to create me
When I can do the same with the passion I long And in the story I belong
I don't want to be something I couldn't imagine myself to be Its 60 years of my life
Not yours
Its mine
I want to get hold of what belongs to me
You shouldn't be doing
Something that is my right full honour to have
You made me miserable with words and actions
Creating me and building me into something so harsh and deep
You were the villain
But you named me as the evil one
When villain's weren't born but created
I tried to understand
Even though I couldn't take it anymore
I tried
I really did
But I guess people have limits which you couldn't see
But I could because I had reached mine
YOU ARE READING
Words She Kept Under My Pillow
PoetryI looked at the butterflies surrounding my body They floated in air and smiled and decorated my skin with their wings They took flight with me in their arms I know its too unrealistic to be true They feared that fire might englobe me whole and ta...
