I am but an empty puppet hollow inside, to be filled with words I never liked the ones I was given but I stuck with them because I thought they were all I had new words took some time to get used to and sometimes they didn’t always feel right but leaving the old words behind was the best thing I ever did. I still find them, from time to time I reject them as I only wished I could then. the old words sting with the sharp edges of memory I do not believe they will soften with time I am better now this is the best way but I still miss that version of me who was complaint, trusting willing to do whatever it took to be filled
