I'm passing through
The atmosphere
Shouting out unrequited
I love you's
Vomiting smiles
Like its my favorite past time
I am a mannequin
Do you see all the drills
I have made in my
Skin
Sometimes the real me
pokes out
Unacceptable actions
Are in your book
Every little detail
Of every mistake
You can drag it out
For a million pages
Tears made
Of sweet and spice
And everything
Way better than nice
You've molded me
Into a clay sculpture
Perfectly put together
Place me in the kiln
Set the temperature to
A few thousand degrees
Good riddance to my
Fragility
Hello to a hard shell
It will take more time
Then there could ever
Be on a clock
To crack me open
Just a tiny
Bit