I am surrounded.
Not by people, but by thoughts.
And the worst part is, they’re all about You.
You’ve molded me to be exactly what you wanted.
But now, You’ve changed your tastes.
Did I become too bitter for your tongue?
Was my mold not the right shape?
Or color?
I am empty.
A shell.
You created this just to leave me behind when the newest mold caught your attention.
I am fine.
I am surrounded.
Not by people, but by thoughts.
And the worst part is, they’re all about You.
I just want my silence back.