Project-Renegade

We are strung up like paper dolls, cut in stenciled shapes are fates preset before our birth certificate was ever written, by society’s lies and lover’s mistakes. Chains are made with expectations of perfection, and mistakes are cut from the line, some were crinkled, others were torn, some were different. And that was all it took to snip them from the line leaving them abandoned with a concept of perfection that taints their mind, as they are discarded like waste till they can adjust to what they should have been. With minds like nails, stabbing them with headaches and painful thoughts the rust tainting their mind so as the wounds