Mannequin
In the window looking out
Into the world that seems so far
Yet so close there I stand
Right behind this damn window
I can't move
I can't even blink
In a trance over what I'm missing
A life that's been slipping away from me
A life that I once had
That was me
The smile on my face
The color in my personality
The balance in my feet
The energy in my heart
I vaguely remember what that was like
I'm now locked up in my own demise
With helping hands that never understood
I've been forcibly situated in different positions
To feel mocked and ignored
Dressed in what i was told
To be molded into what i was never meant to be
I have gained the strength to break the plaster
The wheels that i once was propped on
I am no longer your mannequin
I have finally separated from all that killed me
I am the person I always was
I am the voice I once lost
But most of all, I am human
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