You dressed my thoughts in borrowed coats
Slipped new words in my old quotes
You called it"Cleansing", like a bright white wall
But I felt small, a faded picture in the hall
This is the version of me you created
Like a garden made of painted grass
From a distance, it looks so sacred
Up close, every leaf is glass
I walk like a shadow on your pavement
Chasing steps that I never chose
This is the version of me you created
But it fits me like someone else's clothes
If my heart is a small wild river
You built a straight, hard road on top
Paved my rush into quiet silver
Taught the current to kneel, to stop
But stones remember every water
And seeds remember every rain
Your drawing can't erase the author
My first name lives beneath your paint
So I'm peeling back the layers you painted
Let the cracks grow into roads
This is the version of me you created
And now
Watch it fall
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