Wind me up,
Set me off
Build me up,
Break me down
I'm a little soldier,
Fighting in this war
Made of plastic
Made of more
I don't want to be a little toy
I want to be me
Why can't you accept that?
Why won't you set me free?
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Author:
Brie (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: *Forgery will not be allowed.* No copies of any kind.©2017 (I appreciate those who say positive things to me, and give me constructive criticism, but those who send me messages with threats of forgery, mocking my request is highly inappropriate. I'd hope that in the future it stops, but I think I'll be taking a break from writing for a while due to the threats, and vulgar content people have said to me.)
- Category: Love
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Comments1
Brie, I do like this poem! It is short, but well written. Nobody wants to be a wind-up toy, but too often we expect our loved ones to dance according to our tune.
As far as the threats are concerned, I have no idea who would even think of writing like that, and want you to know that I for one feel sad to see you go. But whatever you do, I do wish you all the best! 🙂
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