I breathe you in so deep so that I might become you. I might reflect who you want me to be and try to morph into the thing that might catch your eye. I don’t know how to draw the line that separates your mind to mine and I might adapt to think the way you do. See the way you do and the things you want me to see. An open book for you to write in my pages the story that you want to sell. Ventriloquism because when my mouth move your words flow and I know no way to stop the show. Now I am stuck with no place to go and no way to say no. The devilish games you play left me broken and no longer the same.