I’m surprised anyone sees me, hears me.
Easy on the eyes, smile bright as the day outside.
I hide the truth behind my mask of steel.
A robot nobody would steal.
I feel nothing except for pain and sorrow.
We’ll see how I am tomorrow.
Maybe I'll feel human, fresh flesh and bones.
Maybe it’d be better to create a clone.
Let them see me be myself again, happy and sappy.
Be the one they love, not evil and snappy.
All my life I was told this, I'd get my limbs torn apart, my wings coming at the seams, blood splattered on the walls like art, in the halls.
Touch me, squeeze me, love me, abuse me, like I'm your barbie doll.
And just like that I'll fall.
I’m not talking of experience, this is not my story, I'm sorry.
Just stating what many women could feel, a banana ready to peel.
Uncover the skin beneath, the secrets hidden underneath the sheets.
Of a broken girl in a world of cruelty.
I don’t pity any of you, I understand.
I’m here to lend a helping hand.
Seek for help and I'll make sure to be there at every step.
In that long flight of stairs, to reach that doorstep.
To knock on that door and begin the process.
Let off the excess.
Waiting for you to realize your worth.
How happy we all are that you are on this earth.