Make Me

A Poem by Andrea

I am me (rough draft)

I am a machine.
steel rods lay under my metallic flesh.
My mind is no more than a memory chip.
I can adapt to all you say
and react the way you please.
I am your robotic toy
and you are set out to make me.

You want me to smoke with the big boys.
Stick anything that lights between my lips,
watch me exhale,
watch me choke.
Watch all the boys hold desire for me.
Watch them think I am less than cool.

You want me to lack emotion.
You want no heart inside my chest.
You want no thought inside my head.
You think I think way too much.
You pull a lever
and make my brain numb.

You want me to conform to others;
the ones that march to the same beat.
You want me to keep my lips shut.
You want me to zip myself up.
I sit and smile at every
god damn thing.

I am getting tired of my steel-self
that morphs to the ignorance that surrounds me.
I want some skin that will bruise
and bleed.
I want to make myself what I want.
I want to make me become me.
f**k the opinions you hold.
I am not about to change.
I am sorry, I am awkward
I am childish, I am lame,
but I am beautiful
and I am blossoming
into the flower
that is me.

© 2012 Andrea

Author's Note

how can i fix this??

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The White Wolf

YAY!! Love the whole robotic feel to it and comparing yourself to that! It makes so much sense to me. I love every dang word, you don't need to change a one. And thank you for your honesty in admitting, that like me, you are awkward. But yes, you are beautiful too! Great job!