I aint your puppet, I aint your doll, You look at me as if im small. How dare you put me in your box of perfection, how dare you place me in the hole of no originality, but to live under a mask of unforgiveness and purity. Im just a part of your dreams, your skeems, your desires, your plan and your so called purpose for my life. What happened to me ? What happend to my purpose? My plan? My excitement to what i want?! You stole and shred my independence right from underneath me, blocked and erased every possible bit of imagination or dreams I could encounter. Im.no longer a person but a body,a product,an object for sale. Im broken, haunted and torn by the very hands that brought me life. Im stuck in a circle, a motion that doesnt seem to stop, theres no finish line, just a life time of wandering. I have no clue of where to go from here, what to make of myself, who to trust or what to make of so called love. I want to be held, feel a part of someone, confess to be in love and place my hand in his forever, but im locked in a prision of devistation, depression and fear of man. Im sick of waiting for promises, im through with pretending. Im ashamed of who i am, and im lost in the tears behind these tired eyes. Im tired, left to rot, beaten and left with scars. My heart beat no longer breathes life, but smoke. Its completely covered in pain and false identity. Im only an entity. How did i ever end up here? I almost forgot how to smile. I love to smile. But I dont have the strength to fight any longer so please forget I was even here.

A poem I wrote about life, how we struggle and struggle and fight till theres nothing left. But dont give up hope have faith, for you are preious, beautiful, loved Nd charished!