Plastic Girl

Pious in nature

glaring down

eyes piercing

mouth downward turning

you stare at me

making me feel

making me tremble

with your disgust.

I want to be me

you want me to be right

to be good

to be what you want me to be.

Never once did you look to see

never once did you llisten

never once did you heed my words

instead

turning me into a plastic doll

one who could be posed

ordered

taught to be like you.

With rectitude

espousing all that is good

you crushed me beneath your heel.

I finally decided

enough is enough

I can no longer be

this doll of yours

I need to be me.

Aug. 27/18

Photo by Esteban Lopez on Unsplash