The Corset

You force me down with all your might,
and bind me with strings forever tight.
The metal ribs now crushing mine,
I scream out, you say i'm fine.
You feed me lies, of how this is good,
how this will make me be like i should.
Shaped, conformed, and not myself,
like i'm a doll upon your shelf.
You pull tighter; my blood then flows,
as dark stains on your hands it shows.
Blood drips down, my pallor grows,
as my heartbeat slows and slows.
My breath now strained, i start to choke,
upon the lies shoved down my throat.
I refuse to live upon this earth,
where i am judged for my time of birth.
Heaven or Hell, i know not which,
will become my new-born niche.
The only thing i know for sure,
is whichever i will soon endure,
over this world, full of lies,
to be away: i'll gladly die.