square shaped puppets

I mistook brutality for love again
and walked into the arms of change

She looked me over in semi-distaste
and told me it was all for my own good
that I lose the things that make me, me
Iíd fit better in a box

Through the windows I watched sulphur rain
and observed the corrosion of who I was
with the belief that who Iíd be
would be more luminescent than who I am
if onlyÖ

And itís a sentence I canít finish
because it doesnít have an answer

Without who I am
without who I was
Iím just an animated ghost in a corpse
a puppet of sinew and bones
a vessel of blood with nothing to beat for

I mistook brutality for love again
and walked into the arms of change
felt the tingles up my spine
when the mad scientist flashed in her eyes
and imagined me on the cutting board
carved up for her fantasy of love

She didnít yet know
that no matter how she tried
to cut me down to size
I was never going to fit in the box

© Indie Adams 2014
Written by Indie (Miss Indie)
Published | Edited 11th Oct 2014
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