The Clay

The Clay

I am made of Clay

Thus, let me choose my form...

Everywhere I go...
Everything I do...
Every choice I make...
Every word I utter...
Eyes tail me!
Lips scar me!
Let me choose My Path...
You damned beings...
With your selfish and stereotypical
Reasons and Views!

Though I serve as the White Rabbit,

I still (wish to) choose my Destiny,

My Wretched Form!

Let me mold my freaking self!

Even if it hurts to watch my person evolve!

For now, I am like a whore,

different in duty yet similar in nature,

I am made to be what you

Egoistic and selfish Mortals want me to be!

Your Satisfaction and Pride in me is my

Supposed Reward!

Don't make me go
against you
just for the sake of going
against you!

I am made of Clay

(Clay with a brain!)
Thus, let me choose my form!!!