Sculptures (p)

Sculptures
03.29.2000

Why does everyone wish to change me, do I look like a lump of clay?

A formless piece of something cold to sculpt and mold away?

Why can’t I just be left alone to wallow in this selfish state?

You’ve shown that the person in me is the person that I hate.

So as you gaze upon me, your perfect piece of art;

Consider that I’m not yours if you don’t own my heart.