[Mistake]

 I was born into this slavery
Unwilling and unable to comprehend
The shackles of humanity attached to me
They cut me free to entrap me
I am held back by hidden boundaries
Set high upon pedestals I cannot climb down
My debt to society continues to grow
Like the emptiness in my stomach
And that missing piece of me called "satisfaction"
I am untold and retold, written and ruled
Sketched, etched, erased and colored in
I am someone’s imagination

of something

They never dreamed would be.