(Not) Autonomous

(Not) Autonomous

A Poem by Sad Unc Days 3562

Tell me what to think,
how to feel,
what to like,
What to say, what to wear.

After all,
I am an extension of you.
To be manipulated like an object.
And make sure I do it with a smile.
Or you'll bring force to bear.

© 2026 Sad Unc Days 3562


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Added on January 25, 2026
Last Updated on January 25, 2026

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Sad Unc Days 3562
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