I'm not your puppet nor your china doll
Someone to be manipulated or placed on display
I know it gives you pleasure to see me fall
But alas! There won't come a day
I'm not your pet nor your servant Someone to be trained or bossed around
I know you regard me as a deviant Just because I stole your crown
You should have seen this day coming When I got sick of your tight leash
No really, it's quite funny,
How I won't give you any peace
I'm not your invention nor your creation
Someone to be fine-tuned or ruled over
I don't care if you're my relation
I've had enough of you, I'm now sober
Freedom isn't something to be withheld
Like a child's petty chore money Democracy isn't something that should be meld
With dirty brides and bound with cunning
I'm not your trained lion, or your exotic talking parrot
I don't need to fear your whip, or repeat your empty words
Because, as a human being, it's my freedom I'll inherit
'You can't control me', is the proclamation that you heard
YOU ARE READING
CLUTCH
PoetryI really never thought that I'd be making more poems, but here I am, still writing. I hope that everyone likes them, and their unique style.
