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

Somedays it feels as though people treat me like origami
They try to mould
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

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