Shape
By Sakshi Udhoji
I was already a shape
you keep trying to mold me
These walls that you built
are too thin to hold me
If i try to mold like clay
Wont i be distorted
All over the place
Rather than sorted?
Will i gain a nicer shape
Or will it again be a mistake
Will it last this time
Or will there be another retake
Just how many times
Will you try to perfect me
Dont you see
How your words affect me
What i once was
Is already gone
Can't you accept me
The way i was born
By Sakshi Udhoji

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