Origami

These sheet’s of paper represents (me)
Blank
Colourless
Emotionless
Trapped within the sheets of paper

Somedays it feels as though people treat me like origami
They try to mould
Shape
Create a false me

If I was a pen,
I would write, my thoughts
My ghosts
My demons down
The ink would tell my story
Tell the truth
But I can’t at the moment

There are people who try to re – print me words
Marking my heart,
Shredding the untouched and uncontaminated areas
Polluting my blood with poison

Until I am thin,
Worn at the edges and end up somewhere within
Into a recycling bin..

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About Rosie Burnham

Twitter: @Rosie_Burnham Blog: rosieburnham.com Huffingpost Blog: www.huffingtonpost.co.uk/author/rosie-burnham Very Loose Women (ResonanceFM): http://bit.ly/2l02xw3 Women's Health Magazine (Strong Minds Issue): https://www.pressreader.com/uk/womens-health-uk/20171201/282948155497339