I Owe You Nothing

How do I evict you from my head?
I prop you up
Place you there,
& marionette you

What for?
These words you speak to me
You don’t know them;
Or at least you don’t speak them

Perhaps you say
Something better

And why do I place
those people there,
who say the worst?
And have the greatest censure?

Who disagree most loudly?
Who don’t care at all
For me?

I am tearing up these
I am folding up these
Paper dolls

It’s only me in here
This life is only mine

Author: K L

Just having a human experience like everyone else.

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