Society made me. Society made me who I am. They made me do it. I did as they told me to do. Was I ***** enough? Was I **** enough? No never. I had to show them how it's done. I had to be worthless to be worth someone's time. I had to do all of those things so they would like me. But they didn't, they never did. They are ripping my clothes off, trying to take what is left of me. There's so little left. I barely see it anymore. No rays of light, no kindness. It's worse when they aren't here. When I look in the mirror, I'm not there. I don't think I'm here either. I seek temporary comfort, cold and lifeless. Oh you don't want to know. I should get help, but there's no reason to anymore. I don't need help. I am awake in this nightmare, and nothing will get me out. It is my burden to carry with me. I'll be loved, just not now. I want to feel beautiful. I don't want to be another object. I want to break my walls that I am trapped in. I just can't. I'm not strong enough. I let it all come down upon me. I have no anchor. Society made me. Society made me who I am.