he wanted a slave….

someone to obey…

he wanted an object not a person….

who could look good on display….

that’s why he doesn’t listen to what you have to say….

that’s why everything has to be done his way…

you could try to understand him…try to make him see…

but in the end of all things…

he wants to tell you who you are and who he needs you to be…

he doesn’t want your unique talents and abilities….

he just wants to be the only one you depend on, submit to, and see…

he tried to make me into a plastic doll…one he could control…

I don’t know whatever happened to his heart and his empty soul…

but he never knew who I was and never will….

thirty plus years later and he’s vengeful, resentful, and angry still…

 

Posted by:Lauren Kim

🦋 I write my own stories, breathing in life & love by my heart's endless daydreams.

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