This was written for obsessivegirl73's The Second Person POV Competition.
I disclaim.
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Eight: James
Prompt: pottery
You're drifting, drifting through life, because you have no clue of what's going on.
You're lost in lies, lost in the fake praise and false smiles.
You know, now, after so many years of being the puppet, what it feels like to be your Dad. Well, not only your Dad, but anyone famous.
You know what it feels like to be watched by everyone everywhere you go, to be wanted so much, that every corner you turn, someone stares at you.
It isn't fun.
It's like you're the pot in the hand of the potter, and you just feel yourself being shaped by life, with no means of altering yourself.