They treat him like a doll
Tugged and pulled this way and that
Without a voice of they're own
Striped of words and opinions
They don't know who he is
They pressure him into sayings things
He knows isn't true
It isn't who he is
Or who he wants to be
They don't know who he is
They stereotype him
As a player, a manwhore, a womanizer
A person who goes for one night stands
And short term relationships
But they dont know who he is
They mustn't forget that he's only nineteen
Still maturing and learning to find himself
And they will never truely know who he is
Because he has become what they wanted him to be.
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The fault in our management
FanfictionMy hands, you're hands, tied up like two ships..
