I swallow the tongue I use to speak to keep my words locked in. I gouge out my eyes so that I cannot see the truth or my own sin. I curl myself into a ball because the world does not see me when I stand. I give you this body to conform and twist however way you want, I am here for you to reprimand. ...What am I?
I am just a person that you can control. A pawn. That person that you can have your way with because I don't say anything in my defense. I keep it all locked in, despite how much or how bad it kills and burns me, how much it rips at me...No matter how much it eats away at me...
I am just your little scapegoat for you to cast your blame. I am that person that you stepped on to gain your fame. I am that person who has no name. I am, just a hollowed out corpse, in your sad sad little game.
Lafleur Soleil · Mon Dec 28, 2009 @ 09:57am · 0 Comments |