Out Of Form, A Page Torn from the Diary of Rannde Whisperwind

I'll play the part assigned
I'll be what you design
I'll step into your hell
I'll take the role you tell
I'll fill the gap in what you carved
I'll shut my eyes and harden my heart
I'll stuff my feelings into a drawer
I'll smile at you and say no more
I'll put my roundness into your square
And pretty soon...."I" wont be there.

********an original poem by me.....please do not steal********