strip me down.
strip me of these grievances called emotions,
"feelings."
strip me of my insecurities.
strip me of my flaws,
my oversensitivity,
my sexuality,
my illnesses.
strip me of my bleached hair,
my "beautiful eyes,"
and my "perfect jawline."
strip me of my memories,
of my intelligence,
of my reason.
what does this leave you with?
a perfectly, 100% easily manipulated shell of a person.
mold me to fit your liking.
mold me into the perfect friend.
mold me...
into someone you'll actually enjoy.
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Ponder
PoetryA collection of poems written by me, allowing me to cope with my depression and anxiety.
