I'm not a pair of eyes, nor the smile that I share.
I'm not defined by my size, or the color of my hair.
I'm not another toy, just to use & throw away.
My life revolves around not one boy, or if he chose to stay.
In a world of clones, "the machine" made a mistake.
A glass house & a stone; a norm I was meant to break.
My lips were meant to move, my tongue came untied.
If they said I had something to prove; well, they lied.
My skin is just a tone, my face was just by chance.
Rings just hold a stone, & feet were meant to dance.
Life is not a game, there's more out there for me.
I will wear my name, & tell my story.
All may not hear, all may not care.
My heart came in sheer, my emotions I will bare.
Few choose to stand, many need a crutch.
I'll hold your hand, but only for the touch.
And when I leave this world, as everyone does.
Remember not a girl, but who she really was.