shell of a person
doing what she's supposed to
trying to fit in
going through the motions
losing her personality
becoming a robot I suppose
she's truly empty
there's nothing inside her
she's an outsider
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Author:
NinjaGirl (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Blessé, Brissé.
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Comments1
The transformation of changing from what one is to what one thinks that others want them to be. It is an emptying process. Very nicely done
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