Pick me up and rip me apart!*
Tear me to shreds;
Vandal me with your ideas,
Burn me in the pyre of your "Perfection",
Witness, as I turn my pitied self
Into ashes of whom was once whole.

You wrap me up with everything;
You fold me,*
Creases running along my body.
You stud me with colors,
One more marvellous than the other;
But none so grand.

You waste me;
Crumple me up and throw me in the streets;
You torture me;
Writing scars with your indelible ink;
You chastise me;
Criticizing every inch of me.

But why would I digress?
I'm just a feeble object,
I mean nothing to you;
Don't be surprised if much has changed,
Dear, I really didn't,
You just saw the monstrosity you made of me.