Tie your wrists with strings and ropes,
Puppeteers play you using empty hopes.
Pssst! Little boy, you wanna be strong?
Hey! Little girl, wanna finally belong?
Perfect porcelain masks hides all weakness,
Forget all your emotions and uniqueness.
At your own being, cut and snip and fold,
Wet clay made to fit conventional molds.
YOU ARE READING
Scattered Ponderings
PoetryA single note, it reads *Remember to write something profound here* (cover credit is to @adnali - if anyone's reading this, check out her stuff, it's so good) (spn & fandom is marked in title)
