I never seem to get it right

They say they care for me
Yet all I hear are rigid rules
Of how I ought to be
They issue lists of right and wrong
What’s god and what is bad
They want me to stay cheerful
Cant bear to see me sad
I’m not allowed to express my views
Dont contradict, its rude
Your far to young to understand
Be quiet and eat your food
They tell me how i ought to dress
So as to match their dream
And how to think, look, act and speak
No wonder I could scream
But screamings not accepting
I’m not supposed to feel
It seems they’d rather have a doll
Cute, passive and unreal
A puppet to manipulate
Compliant, mute and sweet
A doll who will not rock the boat
But dolls dont have to eat


Author: manyofus1980

I am a woman in my mid 30's. I'm blind and I have dissociative identity disorder, I also have complex PTSD. I blog about my life with these disorders. I live in Ireland.

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