Mold me,
change me,
but all you do is misshape me.
Disfiguring me with your wants and needs,
I can't be who you want me to be.
I have tried so hard to change and tried to get comfortable in this cage,
but it's barbed and leaving me with scars.
Its as if you are trying to create a god,
but G-d can not be created.
Please stop expect me to carry your weight while I am on my knees,
I can't rule your life and take orders,
your starting to shatter these very shoulders.
I am not secular in any way and can't be everything,
every day.
Stop wanting and needing everything from me,
you are starting to turn me into nothing.
Father above me and lover below,
please remind them,
they reap what they sow.
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presumably, promise can lead to distortion... it is all about what they want, after all.
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