Stitched Doll

I gently pull the stitch

My craving formed by an itch,

Of the need to express emotion

In the midst of this commotion

Tears soak my face

My mind, my mouth replaced,

By the black thread in place.

Keeping me stoic, controlled, restrained,

I'm perfectly trained.

Not her puppet but yours

Your conditioning making me believe,

That my feelings cause our relationship to bleed.

But it's you, your refusal to concede.

I'm not you,

You're not me

Not that I would want to be 

But my hope in you, naive and unsuccessful

You failed me

For I'm your stitched doll

Tighten the threads, hang me on the wall.

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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