SHHHHHH......
SHHHHHH......
I am a drawing board
They write their thoughts
And my body is the reflection of their values
I am no longer a body with a mind and a soul
A voice of her own
I am nothing but a manifestation of their thoughts
They think that I am a computer screen
Their commands on the keyboard
And I displaying their vision
Putting my voice on mute
They think my life's a movie
And with a script, they can change my role
Changing me, morphing me, chiseling me
With a push of the button
Their approval needed on things that matter