Pirouette me in your spinning gazes!
Mold me into whatever you desire!
Make me a senseless being!
Make me an ornament in derangement!

Hold me in your hands:
Shapeless, bleak,
Then play with me, shape and bend me!
You strive to find the perfection that is never in me!

And, when you're unsatisfied,
You leave me to dust!
You forget me in my weakest!
You blame me for your failures!

Why do you keep on chastising me?
I was never perfect, and I never will;
I am also a sensible being as you,
I never was yours to manipulate!

I'd eventually stand for myself,
But for now, I need you.
My head struggles to believe:
Fatal truth, or false promise.

I still leave myself to dust,
I still am an imperfection;
I was never anyone in your life,
And so I am just, nothing, nothing but clay.