Proud Poem by Chaoticka Wild

Limes are lime
Oranges are orange
You love me
But I'm not yours

I'm not an object
Not a doll, toy or tool
I know what you're doing
I'm not a fool

Maybe I once was a puppet
But I've cut the strings
I now have a voice
And I choose to sing

I have a brain
A heart and a soul
Though my wits may scatter
I cling to control

When I live one more day
And lie down at night
I give myself credit
For how hard I fight

And I won't take your pity
Your laughter or scorn
But I'll take your pride
For the pain I have born