i hate how people deem me as a substitute
how dare you push me to my dreams in the footsteps of another boy
i am not a toy.
i am not a puppet.
i do not have strings attached at my limbs, my mouth nor my hands.
then why is it that i feel soulless
restless
and
rage
pure hot slashing blood midnight rage
yet i still act like a puppet mirroring his puppeteer
it is so upsetting. It hurts so bad.
It hurts
YOU ARE READING
Whispers Of The Wallflower
Poetryopen this e book for here you will see no crook but words of a heartbroken wallflower too rash for a proper book
