You don’t understand

I feel
     like I am
               d
                  rag
                      gi
                         ng
you down with me.

because I am your tumor
your burden
and your disease

I am not your princess.
    because I am not beautiful

   I might be alive
but my heart
         beats,
           bleeds for you
and never for myself

I am inanimate.

   once treated like an object,
     expect to always be treated that way
because most of the world
  doesn’t give a shit about someone like you

I am a toy.

  a plaything. a game.
You think freedom comes free?
   think again.
Sometimes you can’t free yourself
or even dream yourself free

your mind chained down
with heavy metal thoughts

anger.
but no rebellion.

I’m not much of a rebel.
  even though I claim to be
an antagonist


but what can I say about that
   False advertising?
Is a bad excuse really better than no excuse at all


and hey, maybe this whole time,
  I’ve just been giving myself too much credit.

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