I sit in my place doing as I'm told from the very women who had gave up her future for me. I wait as I slowly turn in beauty for Brawn and brains for a heart. I give up my life to try and antone for yours. Mother, am i still a bright lovely child? Even as i'm torn from your skin and made from your blood do I make you proud? Or am I the weed? The sharp glass under your foot? Is it a sin to want more in life? Your scarring and your scab that you wish to rip off. Nothing in the world belongs to me but I belong to you. For I am your daughter.. but I will forsake you and may the gods strike me down for this. I will not except a life I do not deserve.
You hold me like a cast yet your the one who broke my bones.
