22 October 2012
I hate how people fuss, Like I'm some sort of pet, I wish they would hush, And then I couldn't fret,
I hope they'll release me, I could see the bright sun, If only let me be free, And as the wild I could run,
Someday I won't be a toy, And I'll never be the same, I will feel like a human, And finally flee from my pain.
Plastic • Opuss № I