Labels

I sit in  stone unable to untie 

The strings of my beloved puppeteer

They who branded me with their scalding iron

The letters ingrained into my burning flesh

No screams or cries will help me 

For I only can acknowledge 

My allegiance to society

With the silence

My skin is stretched over 

Squeezing contristicing 

Unable to breath

Unbale to, please 

It is as if I want to throw it out

Like your childhood doll

It is as if I am a rag-tag dress

Only patches are sewn together 

With leftovers

Old -tattered -ugly

I obliged to the games

Cut up the costumes and 

Golden masks

Think just, pretend

Pretend you are the stars 

Up in the sky 

Without any limit, you know 

How to fly

But the vision is blurred without any concern

For  only I 

For  only I

For I only know the truth 

To be normal

I must shove myself

Deep into the rigid box

To be perfect

I must hide in the symmetrical hole

To be applauded and approved 

By the audience of the grand theater

The names I’d called 

The feet I’d be stomped with

The lies I’ve been fed 

Shoved down my narrow throat

Only to be a pawn 

In the ever ending chess game 

I close my eyes and breathe in air 

I feel heavy

Cold and alone 

Without any hope

They stare intensifying 

Like my clothes are on fire

Like I murdered a child right with my bare hands

Like I have 3 horns growing out of my face

I act like it’s not me but the girl over

I act like the arrow was not shot straight into my scorn heart

I act like I love winter nights where the iciness is just the weather

They tell me to ship myself

And be that sweet present for others

To be the happiness and comfort 

To drown in the sorrow I have been stamped in 

Labels are branders 

Single-minded 

Hopeless one stories 

We tell to please and soothe 

Our ignorant and pained hearts 

Labels are dangerous