Importance is not itched into my skin,
If I ran my hands over my scales I’d find
Nothing but fleas and
Debris.

So I scratch and destroy any trace of
Respect that you have fought so hard to
Push into me.
All I can do is tangle myself further
And inevitably trip over my own foolishness.

Standing here, with my ear
Next to your lips and your words
Floating high above my self-esteem
Do you really say what you mean?

Not strong enough to touch, I peel
And reveal the inner workings of this
Mess of a machine
Robotics are incorrect, wiring is slightly
Off with you, stop staring at me
Go.

I feel nothing
Except the dull throb of a broken organ
That pumps out hypocrisy to the rest of a
Body.
(the hypocrisy is I don’t want to live,
Yet there’s wiring making sure I do?)
There’s nothing, just wires.

Standing here, with my ear
Next to your lips and your words
Floating high above my self-esteem
Do you really say what you mean?

Please stop telling me I’m beautiful;
I know a beautiful person when I see
One.
They are not robots.
They have feelings, and warmth;
I have…
Wires.