You have built these walls around me,
forced me to confine me,
this is my doll house.
I have these strings attached to me,
pull me, push me, toss me, throw me,
I will be your doll.
Put me where you want me to be,
mold me into what you dream of me,
say what you want,
I will do what you want
disguise me with what you think I should be.
And I shall hide in these covers,
choking on every breath,
stuck in my mind,
my pain is an echo stuck on replay.
Every scream is silent,
every scar is empty,
my happy is agony,
my agony is every memory.
So paint me with your brush,
make me into something I can never be.
