I refuse to be toyed with. I
want my life, in my own hands, for me
to control.
No one has the right to own me, control me,
persuade me, seclude me, not even
the right to judge me.
My life should be my own to command.
I’m not your Puppet to be made your fool.
For too long I’ve suffered, all
because you held the strings, you had
me do whatever you said.
I want my life back!
or was it ever really there?!
Did, or have I ever contributed to my own
existence?!
Have I ever chosen, decided, even thought
independently without someone in control?!
I feel violated.
I have nothing to call my life.
Nothing of my doing, just you and
your sick, twisted, ******** up mind.
Toying with me, playing with my emotions…
I’m not a sitcom!
I am not a puppet, I am a person.
But as true as that may seem,
yet that fact alone weighs
nothing more to you.
I’m just a tool, an instrument, your
damn puppet…
 UnLukii · Fri Nov 06, 2009 @ 10:20pm · 0 Comments |
