He calls me humble
Thanks me for it
Ha! If he knew
He wouldn't have said it

I'm not humble
I'm actually far from it
I beat myself up
To hide each secret

I lay low only to survive
I'm always alone in the night
No one can see me there
I avoid all light

If he knew of the endless dark
That my heart is always in
Touched sometimes by the sun
Only to die again within

He wouldn't call me humble
He'd think me a freak
Psycopathic tendencies
A secret violent streak

I delight in pain- I love to bleed
I get high when I'm cutting
I desire and I want more
I call it window shutting

Yes if he knew he'd be gone
Without even a single goodbye
I wouldn't even be surprised
Because people leave me all the time

He calls me humble, who the hell is he
This man who is blind to me
A teacher who doesn't even know
He obviously cannot see

And he will never know the secrets
He will never know my mind
This warped sociopathic addicted mess
From experience I know well how to hide

I am glad he doesn't know
I am glad he cannot discern
I am glad I only see him once a year
And his friendship never earn

And after I am free to fly
And spread my broken wings
I will never see him or anyone else again
There will be less people to hurt- only me.

Robot girl made of tin
Owns no heart
To break apart
Robot girl made of tin

Robot girl made of tin
Has no emotions to feel
No hurting to heal
Robot girl made of tin

Robot girl made of tin
No reason to live
No desire to give
Robot girl made of tin

Robot girl made of tin
No reason to die
No secrets to hide
Robot girl made of tin

Robot girl made of tin
Sees the sky
Doesn't care to fly
Robot girl made of tin

Robot girl made of tin
Doesn't work
Habitual irk
Robot girl made of tin

Robot girl made of tin
No power to gain
No desire for fame
Robot girl made of tin

Robot girl made of tin
Never thinks deep
Or promises keep
Robot girl made of tin

I may appear to have a heart
But believe me I don't own one
I only have a phantom idea
Inside this block of human flesh

The heart I am told is full of feeling
Sadness, happiness, love, hate
I feel fragments of these emotions
But they are never strong

I seem to react towards hate and sadness
More than love and happiness
I wonder why they are attracted to me
Like magnets the positive and negative

Well I don't own a heart
Just to let you know
Incase I ever hurt you deeply
Know that I can't apologize because I can't feel sorry

Men stare
Boys blink
Am I as ugly
As I think?

Please tell me I am
Please tell me I'm right
It would make more sense
I'm not beautiful tonight

Someone agree
Show me the truth
Get me a mirror
Not a flattering booth

Show me my face
What it really is
Point out my faults
Numerous as sins

Burn me to ashes
Rip me apart
Sever my soul
From my body depart

My body is horrid
A whirlpool diseased
Flesh turned sick
Infection fills me

Save me from myself
I hate what I've become
My body is a temporary trap
Save my soul and let's be done

No more rolls of fat
No more discontent
No more wandering aching thoughts
No more dreams broken and bent

No more sleepless nights
No more plugged up tears
No more feeling too large to live
No more fighting fears

No more wondering
If I'll succeed somehow my way
No more empty promises
That I'll loose weight someday

Men grimace
Boys glare
Girls gawk
It's only fair

I'm an image
Nothing more
A projection
Shallow to the core

I may have a mind
I may have a heart
I'm only a thought
A piece of art

Not even expensive
Nothing worthy to hang
Not priceless or pretty
I'm just a worldly shame

Love is an inconvenience
Love isn't worth my time
Kissing is a sad exchange
When words will do just fine

Friendship is a better option
Who needs a bride or groom?
Companionship I'll have forever
No marriage for me anytime soon

I think I'd rather have a thousand friends
Than just one promised with a ring
That way if I hurt someone
I can run away and still be free

Love is tarnished love is worthless
Not even worth a small dime
All that I'll get is a broken heart
It happens all the time

Sighing at the stars
That shine bright
They seem sad
They weep
What stories could they tell?

Pretty for a fleeting glance
Frozen in a camera still
Light so perfect it covers up
Every flaw and scar

Smile so big it hides the truth
The truth of struggles endured
Hair blowing softly in the wind
Framing a perfect poker face

Hand on hip in confident stance
Behind cowers a failing heart
Bright and happy attitude
No one knows the game you play

The cards are drawn the deck is cut
The betting chips in place
Now or never read your clues
What risks will you take?