They came
They sat
Looked deep into your soul
Or so you imagined
They talked
You took it personal
You are now living for them
You are now slave to their mouth
They are your God's
But they only look to you as a plastic object
They told you their small closed mind
They told you that you were not worth their time
But
Who cares about them, right?
Detach
They are animals
You are an animal
There's no real purpose to life
There's no real purpose to death
Be your own self
Detach
Take a bow
And forget them
They didnt cared anyway
Put the crown back on your head
NEVER AGAIN
***
Sharon-Rose boisvert
Jun 12, 2018
Jun 12, 2018 at 8:00 AM UTC
They came
They sat
Looked deep into your soul
Or so you imagined
They talked
You took it personal
You are now living for them
You are now slave to their mouth
They are your God's
But they only look to you as a plastic object
They told you their small closed mind
They told you that you were not worth their time
But
Who cares about them, right?
Detach
They are animals
You are an animal
There's no real purpose to life
There's no real purpose to death
Be your own self
Detach
Take a bow
And forget them
They didnt cared anyway
Put the crown back on your head
NEVER AGAIN
***
Sharon-Rose boisvert
2018-06-12
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