poetryquiet as a dolli can't feel my hands they aren't my own the puppeteer with the reigns has taken a coffee break leaving me alone useless silent hopeless...
poetryhow am i real?my body doesn't belong to me she is owned by greedy eyes ones that judge and criticize or compliment and praise picking her apart piece...
poetryi need to wake upin my dreams i am vivid glowing and shining and twirling through life in reality i'm fuzzy around the edges fading from view the...