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There's A Person Inside This Shell

I am nothing.
I am a dissapointment.
I’m a bug
Trapped underneath his shoe.
In a world of freedom,
I have none of it.
I am pushed and shoved around
With nothing to decide for myself.
I am a puppet,
All strings under his control.
And yet
He still speaks words of vengeance
That drip venom
And pierce
My heart.
To him,
I’m useless
I’m a shell.
He doesn’t know that there’s a person inside.





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