I was so lost
You picked me up
Then you took a closer look
And threw me down
I was a toy
A thing for you to play with
And be done with
Whenever you pleased
I let you push me
I let you poke and prod me
But now I know
I shouldn't've
I was stupid and gullible
I was so immature
But now that I see you
I can see you're hurting
And you need to have your way
When things go wrong
You bring out your dolls
You make them do what you want them to
You make order
You are in control
And I see that now
I'm not stupid anymore
I will take my revenge
I will not let you control me
Because I'm hurting too
But I hurt because of you
You abuse your dolls
You start a war
Have you never seen the movies
Read the books
We always win
We may seem small but we are better
We are more evil
We are the ones with the hollow eyes
The empty souls
The broken hearts
We are the ones with the jacked up bodies
The emotionless wrecks
The sorrowed-out minds
We couldn't take it
We didn't make it
We ended up dead inside
Just hollow shells
Mistreated and wronged
Out to make amends
That all start with ends
We will break down your walls
We are the dolls
YOU ARE READING
Poems (collection 1.0)
Poetryplease don't read this (i laugh here, but i'm not joking). this is a relic. consider this the museum of my progression in writing. you can find the better (marginally) stuff from this one in "Poems (collection 2.0)". Thoughtful, often sad, and angr...
