that little sound whittles its own way into my chest
poking and prodding and snickering around and about my heart.
they overwhelm me
i am crying inside
fat soppy salties that ache.
part of me wants to yell
i hate you ALL!
part of me wants to whisper
they want to jam me into their skimpy dresses and show me off to the boys.
they want to paint my face to look picture pretty perfect!
they want me to be like them
just like them.
i am no puppet to be worked by the performer’s hand
i am this imperfect little globe
i am a window
to the real me.
~ Glass Phoenix