It is true when they say, one can make you feel less than a person
To be tugged,strung in an array of ways simply dragging your emotions to and
Manipulating you to release your resolve and give into their tempestuous words,
Baiting you to wither within their embraceTo Make you bend at their will, that will never seem to
And though, It is true that you want to please , it is in our nature .
To form yourself a new in their mold
To wash away your old , ratted,withered forgotten shell of a former self to
Indulge in their new Well,
you'll leave all that you know disregarding everything with a dismissive excuse for why you had to change in order to
....in order to
Fit the mold
Keep them happy
But , will you be?
Will you curse your self at how weak you will have grown?
And slowly you'll regress
The Regression, leading to your depression .your,Undoing unknowingly.
But, are you willingly to hold the ones closest to you that you find so precious, so dear That when your mold cracks and you are
Well, back to you
Will they too hold you close,will they undo your aches and torn wounds to mend back you...
Simply nuture you back into their creation
Selfishly dispand the ties,
Along with the mold that "we 've" created,and those ties that kept you grounded
Removed ,tucked and snatched away leaving you . Astray ...
Will you have hiccups of the recollections of what it is to be the you that has already gone to pass ?
What is left?
Surely , nothing you want