I'm nowhere near what I used to be
But somehow, I feel set free.
I'm no longer a lifeless puppet
Strung along like little miss muppet.
You stole a peice of me I'll never get back,
Another notch on your belt,
a real class act.
I try to forgive, so I can find peace.
It seems impossible, I'm still angry.
You're in control
even out of my life,
I feel less than whole...
That's what you want, right?
Just call me Pinocchio,
Whittled to your perfection.
Dreaming a new life,
in this world filled with hell,
Stuck in the present.
March 12, 2016
Copyright © Kimberly Heller | Year Posted 2016
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