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