It was never a battle.

It was never a battle.

A Poem by LovePoetry0004

Two voices, but only one ever really mattered. Always do and be who they tell you to be, have no room for anything else...

They say its your choice what to be. They tell you what you have to be. They think you can be whoever you want to be. They say i have to be who they tell me to be. I say... what they  tell me to say, because its all ive ever cared about. Because its they are the only people im allowed to care about. I am who they make me, I am a puppet. I am a heart functioning physically but defunct mentally. I am nothing they dont want me to be. I am everything they tell me to be. I never wish I could be who I want to be, because its not a wish they tell me to dream. 

© 2018 LovePoetry0004

Author's Note

This is just what my hands started typing, I don't have expirience with this only sympathy for those who do. Ignore my grammar, thank you.

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Added on September 15, 2018
Last Updated on September 15, 2018
Tags: voices, struggle, puppet, master, deciet