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Ytiete Nov 2018
You built me
Now I am your product,
Composed with pain and woe
I bring pain and woe

I stand for nothing
I bow for something: So dark and miserable.

A slave of my mind
Used as a puppet
My nerves for strings,
My weaknesses for arms,
My demons for feet,
My fears beat as a heart
You built me.

You built me. This isn’t me.
You made me.
This isn’t who I am supposed to be
You stole me
This isn’t my smile
You masked me.

Give me back
I plead
Stop dancing on my shadows
Quit tormenting me
Halt from feeding on my ability to love and disability to feel love.

— The End —