My property

Smile for the camera.
Wave to the crowd.
Stand tall,
Show your adoration.
Pretend.
Pretend.
They don’t know my mind, how twisted it is on the inside.
How much I want them to see and understand that I seeing them with my imprint makes me want to sceam:
MINE!
MINE!
MINE!
It makes me become violent when a woman is to close.
My imagination becomes warped, twisting into reality.
They don’t know that since I have become their pet, I have a mind to.
I have my own thoughts.
Needs…
They just pretend that everything is normal. That my cute look is my true face.
Don’t they know..?
Don’t they?
… Know that they are my property and all mine?
That I am silently fighting with my inner self?
© Super_weirdo