Gothic poetry....I know I am BROKEN

I thought more about my thoughts last night and came up with more. Sorry so long..

Peace is what I ache for. I am in conflict, I am insane. I am unworthy to be in your presence. I will bend to your will. I know better than to cause a scene, for you have taught me well.
With a snap of your fingers I will be captured in your snare. Not a word leaves my mouth for my opinion is unwanted. I am but your doormat, wipe your feet on me.
Where you lead I will follow steadily. If it is your wish to control me, then I am thy puppet.
My emotions are never validated. Put the weight of the world on me and I will survive.
I am here to make you happy, stroke your ego and sing your praises. Speak to me but of your wishes and I will obediently obey. Throw me your scraps and I will devour them.
I have no backbone for you have ripped it from me. If you show me love I will be indebted unto you. You cut out my heart and then feed it back to me.
I teeter on a cliffs edge, waiting for you to push.
I panic, I am anxious and I am depressed yet show no emotion.

I exist.
I am tired.
I am no one.
I AM BROKEN.