My...

 

My hopes are like bubble wrap,

For you to kill each one ‘POP!’

All my aspirations & dreams,

You just never stop!

 

My heart has a target, painted red,

For you to aim a bullet at.

Made only for your amusement,

To torment & torture it.

 

My sanity is a glass orb,

That you caress in your rough fingers.

That you throw against the wall & smash,

Into sharp little shards & splinters.

 

And I myself am just a rag doll,

For you to rip to shreds then sew,

Back together, saying your sorry,

But you’re really not…I know.

Reviews

[Nate (Yanno)]

Excellent poem. every one i read from you is so heartfelt and so personal, but yet so understandable. And, of course, the mechanics (rhyme scheme,etc.) is up to par and beyond. You're too good! :)