take no templates to fill me in
stop trying to stamp me into your predefined shapes
i am not your monster or your saint
nor your angel nor your cunt
not your hero or victim
i will come out of that shell that constrains me
at the points where it cuts into my flesh, makes me bleed
i will be fluid, raw, undefined, as people are -
Alive.
i will step away, dive off every ledge which
wishes to keep me
'safe'
by binding me to familiar chains that want to
dig their way into my heart
and make me a statue of cold steel.
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