Shaped Poem by Kelsey Bachmeier

Shaped



and my health
its fallen through
my fatal fatigue
is claimed for you

collapsing,
relapsing,
loosing my grasping.
for this i can't control

harsh words spoken
they say why im this way
you are the fitting
to my costums

shaped and recut
to fit your wants and needs.

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