shape me
fill me
what am I to begin with
barely a person to be called for
by glassy heart and stoic mind I function
happiness is menstrual cramps that come and go
pain is everyday without it
attach and control
break and ignore
your strings that pierced through my flesh
did not help quite a fraction of lungs
often push and pull to what I am suppose to
rather than what I am to be
pieces of this fragile clay doll crack to bits
while all it need was penny of your glue
tell me more of how to be perfect
in your eyes that always wander about
in your ears that bends to ignore
in your heart that pumps too shallow
in your mind that closed to my call
for in your life
this ragged doll
your marionette
is just an excess baggage
a useless colateral damage
