I can’t control my story
I see that now.
Tell it how you want–I no longer care about being liked
I’ve apologized time and time again for being me,
I’m a malfunctioning robot
And I can’t wait to become a person.
If this is rock bottom, pour me another cup
I’ve fallen madly in love with my misery.
Piece by piece, a little every year,
Parts of me have disappeared.
My life is filled with things I’ve outgrown:
Unread books that no longer interest me
Cards from people I no longer care for
Merchandise of things I no longer like
Empty journals of a life I don’t want recorded.
No matter how and what I try, I end up alone,
In this time and place.
Fate must have an explanation.
I need a soldier willing to be the shield around my heart
My body adorned like the Goddess Venus.
The luminous core inside me is spinning—
The heart of the Island still beats