I'm hollow it, feels like I'm just dull like I made out of nothing just, a lingering soul ready to die. No emotion, never alive, always feeling like you can't speak. Why can't I say what I've been thinking? I should have a say in what I want to do, but I'm supposed to have no emotion. Emotion makes you weak. It breaks you until your void of no feeling. I should be able to speak my opinion if it is about me, but no, I can't because I'm supposed to be a puppet. I'm a puppet with no voice, a dog who can't help but follow its master, a simple doll. I feel like I can't live. Shouldn't you be able to? I mean live, feel alive, but I can't because I'm just a shadow who can never fully develop.
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This is my fist poem hoped you liked it