Mold

I change to make

you happy and content.

I let you break

my spirit with consent.

I hand you the clay

and do as I'm told.

I listen to what you say

and redesign my mold.



But no matter how hard I try

to be what you want me to be,

I fail to keep up the lie

and I return to the orignal me.

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jgupta's picture

Again a masterpiece. Excellently written honest efforts to win over hearts.