I wonder why you even tried to love me.
Why you even said you did when you constantly demanded me to change me and nothing I did ever made you happy.
I was alway too much and too little for you.
-Was it because I was naive and giving?
Did you like having control over me?
You played with this doll a little to rough, my dear. Her head popped off and her backbone snapped. You reluctantly sent her to the hospital. But I've come back with a spine and a brain transplant. My arms will never bend to your will again.
YOU ARE READING
Metamorphosis
Poetry"You do not cease to exist just because I wish you to." Started: 4/3/20 Finished: 8/20/20 My 6th poetry book.
