Dead And Gone Poem by Zoe Adams

No matter how i speak, no matter how i look,
My future is set, like the words in a book.
Written line by line, a deceiving plot,
Since the day i was put into my cot.
He programs my circuit board to suit himself,
Choses between health and wealth.
Stitching me and fixing me, like a rag doll,
Telling me to jump, telling me to roll.
Rebellion means death, so i carry on,
Wandering blindly, 'till i'm dead and gone.