We that is Me

Thomasine Dye

 

I was not born to live

I am but a canvas

Made into many things 

All acting as they demand us

 

So it has always been

For the we that is me

Switching day-to-day

Changing how we are seen

 

A girl of silence, an artist of passion

A passive thing, overflowing with sadness

Lowering my head, as I raise my contempt

A subservient smile, hiding my malice

 

Am I hollow? Plastic?

Who really knows us?

These faces I wear

All fill me with disgust

 

Yet I can’t remember anymore

What lies underneath

What it is to be true

What it is to be complete

  • Author: Thomasine Dye (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 27th, 2022 02:50
  • Category: Reflection
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