I'm not your Barbie doll
I'm not an object you can use
I'm not some puppet
You can't pull the strings to control my actions
You're not my brain to control my thoughts
Or demand me to do what you were taught
I'm a person who you tripped to fall
Into the influence that you pursue
But I'm stronger now so suck it
Your lies are all but alluring
But I stray away because I'm turning
Into the she you hate the most
So raise your glass for a toast
Because I'm being me
And that's something everyone can see.
YOU ARE READING
Lifeless
PoetryWhen you have depression, you feel like you're drowning. These are my feelings, conjured up into poems.