When you see me
you think my heart is on display
Open 24hrs a day
Because I opened myself to you
You think I'm easy to use
To manipulate into what you want to see
And not what is in reality
Listen
I'm not a toy
Or a masterpiece
You can put on display
You are not my master
Who can force me into submission
Force is only used
when there is lack of respect
And I have too much respect
To allow you to push me
To suppress my senses
Until I am a slave
To your desires
Because I desire love
Not your mask of deception
Which makes me question
If this is real
Or a figment of my imagination
You made my dreams come true
But only the nightmares
The problem is I care
Because I was in it for the marathon
And not the 100 metre race
Others are in teams
But I now I'm the only one in the race
Because I was the only one
Who considered the destination
And not the distance
Because I was thinking about us
When you were only thinking about yourself
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A Larger View On Life
AcakLetters only start to make sense when you put them together. Words mean so much more when put into sentences. A story is a collection of those sentences. Thoughts & Poetry
