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