Cut me in pieces,
Pass me along.
Make me a part,
Of an old country song.
Make me the property,
Of everyone that likes.
A piece of me,
With all the spikes.
In the public eye,
I'm coming back.
With glitter and gold,
No more slack.
Create my persona,
That's what you do.
I'll become what I'm not,
And still see it through.
I'll live in the moment,
Be bossed around.
Be part of something bigger,
Won't make my own sound.
So, cut me in pieces,
Pass me along.
Make me a part,
Of your own private song.
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Emotional Amnesia
PoetrySometimes when I say "I'm okay", I want someone to look me in the eyes, hug me tight and say, "I know you're not". I have felt like this many times in my life; as a kid, teenager and as an adult. I have seen many things in my life and felt even more...
