The way you make me feel
is nothing that nobody
could ever think of.
Your words put me down,
like I'm some useless
piece of plastic metal.
Then that useless piece of
plasic metal sits there,
thinking of what it had done
to deserve all of the pain that
you once caused it.
That pain doesnt go away,
until the rightful horror
says sorry, so that this
useless piece of plastic metal
will mean something after all.
In the end,
that useless piece of plasic metal
only seems more and more,
unique, instead of being called
a freak..
