petal poetry

"mine"

23:03 12/11/2018

mine
i was never
since i was brought up to be
yours

and since everything i own
was yours
i guess i had no choice

mine
they told me
that i must belong
or else i'd be alone

so suffer quietly
or beg politely
to become a possession
of a piece of overdosed aggression

mine
they called
since i was never my own

i was marked by their words
an object of their thinking
a plan for the evening

mine
they said
am i supposed to be impressed
an emperor's eternal empress
just caught up in some mess
never dealing with any stress
since none of this even exists...

mine.
who am i?
since i'm nearly 18 years old
and what is it that i own

a few cheap jumpers to my name
stories that people will interrupt with their games
since everyone has their own
and they aren't afraid to belong

yet still what is mine
thoughts aren't claimable
and people are their own people
that shouldn't have to be explained at all

so perhaps i don't own what i can show
and my only friend is who i talk to most
but perhaps with continuing the search for what's mine
i will (at some point) return with my mind

23:11 12/11/2018