Silent Madness of the Mold
She drove me into madness and a hollowing despair,
Meddling with concern with the greatest amount of flair,
Probing a life of personal choices that is only mine to know,
Crushing my spirit into her mold and refusing to let me go.
She never makes a stand for others if their could be cost to her,
Leading a life to please the people without creating any stir,
I can not fit that shape she wants my unique and brazen soul to be,
Instead I live in her requested silence and eternal misery.
Copyright © Faith Follower | Year Posted 2015
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