I moulded myself,
Staring at the picture you had of me
In your mind
I watered myself down
weakened the structure
Of my clay, to suit the instability
You envisioned for me
And like paper- as fickle as me
You buried yourself inside of me-
And became me
All I ever wanted
Was your approval
And I would wrap myself up in knots
Trying to untangle the mess you claimed
I would be
If I couldn't let you see,
Into the infrastructure of my being
So you could manipulate every thought
Every dream.
You locked me away,
Only my castle was secluded from both night and day
Trying to put yourself at bay
You stole my heart,
And tore it to prey
Now, freed,
You- but a mass of humbled greed
I still wake up haunted by the deed
That I took, misplacing your dreams
But now I see, I am both
Everything and nothing
You wanted me to be
And didn't I want that, to live out your dreams?
But kill them in their undying sleep?
Didn't I want that? To be all those mindless things
You incarcerated in me?
Didn't I want you to finally accept me?
Didn't I waste all of those years, waiting so desperately for you
To love me,
For me?
To fulfil the promises you could never keep,
It was never me you wanted to reach
It was but a character you manipulated into me
But I've decided I'm no longer going to be
Someone else's dream
I am going to be me.
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PoetryHighest rank: #23 In poetry. A compilation of Poems about love, heart break, depression and everything in between really. Black, white, and of course, a dose of grey.