Possessed by an oragami heart.
Glued together by lies.
The master of entertainment,
Lives in a house of cards.
Your life is a script.
Words spoken, but not heard.
Do you want out?
Do you really?
Want to be like me?
Roam free with your thoughts and dreams.
Live for you alone.
No!
You are held back, by your own lies.
That glue you together.
Paper Doll.
Do you want out?
Do you really?
I fear you will fall apart.
Crumble, when you try to stand.
You are to weak.
Paper Doll...
There is no way out.
YOU ARE READING
Flawed Portrayal
PoetryI Write For Myself, To Vent. This Might Not Make Sense. So, Read At Your Own Pleasure.
