Yours, Truly
Now that all the bridges have burned, I can breathe freely.
No need to become what others want.
Plastic dough with silicone as a brain.
Dead eyes staring into space.
That will never be me.
All I want is to create
with messy hair.
with eyes on the stars.
Scream with all my soul until I get tired.
Showing myself to the world without a mask of perfection.
Your words no longer hurt me.
You might say whatever I want about me,
None of that would become true.
Yes, I’m a mess, but a real one.
My heart is tired of falsehood.
Now that all the bridges have burned, I can breathe freely.
No need to become what others want.
A silver thread covers my eyes.
I can see it clearly.
Wasn't born a runaway doll,
But a woman with dangerous thoughts
Yes, I use a pseudonym, but this is who I am.
Flesh, bone and messy hair.
Take it or leave it.
