Fitting In With Other Chickens

Scribes Ink.

She has a play-dough personality
Always conforming to the hands
Of someone else
Someone bigger than herself
At least they seem bigger
Ever since she’s surrendered who she is
Who she should be
To some dickhead
Who treats her with brutality
The hands stretch apart the doughy material
Of her colorful heart
Of her soul
Inner-core
Play-dough pulled thin
And violently torn apart
Shaped like all the others
And dyed the same ugly color
It’s a shame she’s unable
To create who she wants to be
Instead
She will always have a play-dough personality

©VicRomero

*image from Google

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