We are not humans that have emotions,
We are toys to be played by the hands of society. Handmade by their expectations of perfect, and sewed back together by their little string of false hope. Even when we are drowning because we are not the Barbie dolls they need us to be, we are the gum on your shoe, the annoying thing who won't become smaller because she doesn't know how to, she can't, she's so numb she can't tell the different between night and day and how to breathe.
By: A.M Poetry
