sjsprWriting

I am too cracked and broken to be perfect,

if you burn my skin I will set that immaculate little image of me on fire 

and leave it at your feet while you weep in shame for all the lies that you created.

I will kick and scream and punch until you see that my skin 

is not made out of clay,

that my mind is not filled with pretty little thoughts.

I will bleed and sweat and cry and then maybe you will see 

that as easily as I came,

I can also leave.