I am your clay ,
You've molded me ,
taken away from me ,
and added to me ,
made me something i'm not ,
made me do a skill that i ain't got ,
made me for show ,
made me as a big mistake ,
made me to give away ,
and made me to break ,
but i'm done ,
i have to start molding myself ,
filling my cracks ,
making me into who i am ,
and not who you want me to be.
Its time to stop being like you ,
and start being like me.
Comments3
Brilliant, just perfect. u really have a way with words
Thanks 🙂
Wow thats a great idea 'clay'...i love the suspence in it
the defiant .great feelings the power over words astonishing.powerful images
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.