If you want a Barbie doll, go find one, I'm not it;
I'm not your sheep, I'm not your empty-headed worshipper,
There's nothing I have that you can take from me, it's all
Locked up in the chambers of my heart; the shattered glass of my
I will never cry for any human beings, I won't cry out for your
Attention, or act dumb just to make you stare or care.
I am not perfect and I hope my flaws go deeper than my bones because
They make me at least half-alive; deeper than scars, mutate me,
Isolate me; why should I even care?
And I don't.
I don't care at all.