How you feel

Right now I'm only a drop in a bucket. I'm here, but I'm not here. I'm in this world, but I'm not in your world. I'm alive, but inanimate on your radar. My life is only worth what you think it is, not what I make it. You're the one who stamped a price on my forehead, according to the way a present myself to society. My title weighs more in gold then my very life. Hang me from your scales, and let frivolous averages swarm around and tear my flesh from its bones. darling, why can't you see that there is more underneath these clothes than meat. Your criticism left prints around my throat, scars I get to bare forever.

You say I wear them well? Thanks for that.