Self

Anonymous

Walls as a barrier, walls to enclose

They close

They box me in

Fit me in a box

Stamped and shipped

I am your thing to mold

I am your clay

I wish not to be

That is what I was born to be, wasn't I?

To redo your life?

To relive the things that you didn't do?

To be who you wanted to be?

No

No no

I refuse

Let me burst in the kiln

Shatter and break

Throw me against the hard, cracked, concrete

The fragments of your creation allows the construction of the true me

Let me reshape myself

Let me live for me