Bred

As children we are bred,

bred to be docile and obedient.

Never to step out of line

or have an unkind word to say.

As children we are bred,

Bred to listen to those around us

And take their cues.

As children we are bred!
Can't you see it?!

We're just their puppets

While they stand above us

Working the strings

To make us, their little dolls, move.

Using us!

Using us to live a life

Without the mistakes they made in theirs.

Open your eyes, please!

I don't wish to be the only one that truly sees!

But I forgot...

As children we are bred,

Bred to be docile and obedient.

Bred to never speak what we truly think.

And some fit perfectly within that mold

Our creators have conjured for us.

As children we are bred.

Never to speak.

Never to see.

By the time we notice

It's too late and my cries fall to guilty pleas.

For as a child I've been bred...

And my soul's already lost to me.