i want to wrap myself up into a cacoon of blankets.
i want to become something beautiful to society's blueprint.
i am abstract.
splatter me into a collage of rosy cheeks and plump lips.
i am a paper plane.
fold me into an origami heart.
maybe you would love me then.
maybe if you could just flick me in the throat.
maybe if you could just rip out my tongue.
only everyone could judge me, subconsciously.