It's not about being broken or whole it's about being me.
That if you can't love me for my insanity just leave because the person I am now can't be changed.
I am no longer play-dough that you get to mold in your hands,
I am concrete.
All the controls are cut loose and I'm finally controlling me,
no one gets to tell me how to speak or how to be.
Yes this is me, the true me that I let you hide under a cloak but now as I tear the fabric away I feel free and happy.
There are no more puppet masters and tyrants,
just me finally being the ruler I was always meant to be.
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Trio Of Words
PoetryPoetry from the corner of my little world. Another freestyle poetry book. "You finally saw that I was a puzzle piece that wasn't complete, but aren't we all when our emotions fall?" "So these are all things that keep playing back to me in poetry. A...
