I was molded into the person I am today,
I was shaped differently though,
I used to be that frighten child.
They told me so many lies,
Making me feel meek.
I lost so much self-esteem because of thee.
When I was shaped,
I was cut into different shapes,
Over and over again;
Because so many had been playing with me,
And wishing to change and mold myself into someone different.
But you see the problem with being shaped so many different ways;
Is you no longer know what is who;
If it is you or some other kind of being.
I no longer knew my emotions,
I no longer knew who I was supposed to be.
So I became depression,
With old and new scars that was explained my many stories.
Here I stand now molded into the person
I am supposed to be.
But those fake shaped people I was going to be,
Are still stitched into my skin,
Making me feel empty inside.
I shall still be always hollow and confused,
But that is my flaw,
My curse that I shall live with happily.
Sep 11, 2016
Sep 11, 2016 at 3:00 PM UTC
I was molded into the person I am today,
I was shaped differently though,
I used to be that frighten child.
They told me so many lies,
Making me feel meek.
I lost so much self-esteem because of thee.
When I was shaped,
I was cut into different shapes,
Over and over again;
Because so many had been playing with me,
And wishing to change and mold myself into someone different.
But you see the problem with being shaped so many different ways;
Is you no longer know what is who;
If it is you or some other kind of being.
I no longer knew my emotions,
I no longer knew who I was supposed to be.
So I became depression,
With old and new scars that was explained my many stories.
Here I stand now molded into the person
I am supposed to be.
But those fake shaped people I was going to be,
Are still stitched into my skin,
Making me feel empty inside.
I shall still be always hollow and confused,
But that is my flaw,
My curse that I shall live with happily.
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