You would have me be your clone
A replica, with mouth stitched shut
Following you like a shadow
Following you, with blind eyes shut
But I'm not my sister, not your slave
I haven't got those puppet strings
I am not now, nor in my grave
I have a voice, and it shall sing
And as these tears fall from my eyes
blood droplets from my wrists
I have to now, just realize
I'll never be good enough for you
A contest entry
- TEARS OF ANGER & GUILT SWALLOWING OUR SOULS...enter if you dare.... by ears2hearyou.
900 points, ended November 29, 50 entries
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Comments
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very powerful...
assimilating yourself to meet the "requirements" is never a desirable thing to do...you've painted a very vivid picture of what a hell it truly can be
well done
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wow..that was a powerful write....
obviously..your heart and pen....will never be stitched
tight!
WE CELEBRATE YOUR Fearless might and bold courage
to write this poem!
WOW!
ears/Seattle
welcome to the finalist list!
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