Plant
You're sitting there...
Pretending you're there for real...
An empty shell,
Not feeling anything.
A mannequin
Depending on others.
A doll
Letting play with itself.
And what for do you do so?
If you don't say anything,
Don't feel anything,
Don't answer questions...
You gave your soul away...
You are a plant...
You're sitting there...
Pretending you're there for real...
An empty shell,
Not feeling anything.
A mannequin
Depending on others.
A doll
Letting play with itself.
And what for do you do so?
If you don't say anything,
Don't feel anything,
Don't answer questions...
You gave your soul away...
You are a plant...
That's a quite old poem, I wrote it almost three years ago when I was very angry at a friend of mine. Feedback of any kind would be most welcome, as always. 3nodding heart
