Poem

Not your puppet
Can't pull my strings
when you just want
to play with me
You can't put me
on a shelf and bring
me down when you only
feel like it
I am not a dancing play thing
Not a part of your circus
I am not going to walk the trapeze
My head is not a play thing
It is not a pinball machine
You can't play inside of there
I am not a sheep that you
can herd around
Not a carpet to walk,stomp,and drag your feet
My heart might have strings but you can't
strum them cords when you just feel like it
My heart is not for you to squeeze or rip
out of my chest for all to see
I am not here for you to lock away like a doll
I'm a human being
by-Me

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