starving vegan

Day break hits, and slaps me terrifyingly hard in the face.
As it all begins freshly coated skin is all I can think of.
Look at me, to see all is well.
"All's well ends well"
I feel like I am in hell.
Is this where I end? Is this where I start? Was I given to these open eyed creatures for any reason at all? I feel like I have done all that I can, but I can only taste so sweet, and be so sensitive.
And now all I want is to release these needles from inside of my skin. I want to become sour. This is abnormal, it is humiliating to decipher.
However, I am sensitive, and sometimes it is a curse, because although many appreciate me, I know many are not like me. Some days I wish I had no chance, and that I was a demon among angels. I fell from star to star, and in this appearance people will gaze without word.
But without a chance I am a cage holding an elephant dripping in acid, and as it leeks through these iron bars the gentle body releases a beast that only has less of a chance to be tamed.
And outside the cage you see them running. The people pay no attention whatsoever.
Hearing me step, one after another, it is not my fault you hear my corrosion.
It is nothing but an elephant undergoing explosion.
But like the sound of a sonic boom, I am heard, and for me it is natural--it is my first nature.
Although I am now nothing but a walking pile of bones, that still will not stop you from wanting to ride my back.