take me and break me a ragged doll my porcelain skin cracked open and your shadows creeped in i try to hold myself together but it's hard when someone else holds the strings how do you do it? i am full of holes you spill out of me like blood from an open wound how could you do it? you made me into nothing i am still in awe still curious am i your muse or your monster?
I've redone this poem so many times but I love the concept of being a muse/monster.