How do I explain that I am not
I N S A N E
I'm just a cold-hearted
S O C I O P A T H
And my family is the only one to
B L A M E
They're the reason as to why I'm on this
P A T H
I was raised by
F O R C E
Taught to make other people
H A P P Y
Completely taken off my
C O U R S E
I'll start with the one who hurt me the most
D A D D Y
He told me I was
B E A U T I F U L
That I would be his prime
J E W E L
There was not one thing about me that was
U N S U I T A B L E
Had no attitude, was nice not
C R U E L
He treated me like a
D O L L
Made me think I was
P E R F E C T
Just so I could
F A L L
I soon became an
O B J E C T
Mommy came
N E X T
She taught me about
B O Y S
Told me they were
C O M P L E X E D
And how they would make me their
T O Y
Funny thing is I believed
H E R
I no longer believed in
L O V E
It was always about what she had
P R E F E R
She had broken me, I had started to wonder if there was a God
A B O V E
When I told people, they called me
C R A Z Y
Because I was the
L I A R
After all, I still wasn't the perfect
L A D Y
So why should they have believed me, I was a liar whose pants were on
F I R E
So I became what they
W A N T E D
The form I was shaped into, a
M O N S T E R
Knowing that I would soon be
F O R G O T T E N
So that is how I ended up being with the
D O C T O R
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