I was molded to please
Eyes wide in eagerness, smile small
sweetness drips from every word that escapes me
Taught to care, to cater, to serve
I've treated objects better than they've treated me
Don't touch me, I'm all I have left
If I could, I would've raised myself
Raised her to be stronger, louder, braver
I would've loved her more
If every hand that touched me left a mark,
where is my skin?