Call me a clay monster
Location
I'm like wet clay
Altered by the hands of others
Forcibly changed to become what someone else desires
Well liked when expectations are met
I'm cold like a corpse
Seeking the attention, the affection, the warmth that is someone else
Because I am unable to love myself
Unable to fill myself with the warmth and love needed to survive
I'm broken and chipped and dulled
Unmotivated and teary eyed
Depression hits me like a wrecking
Something I can't escape
A constant shackle to my brain
I'm tight chested, deoxygenated, and heavy breathed
I think I'm dying
I'm losing my mind
Panic consumes my body while sweat escapes its grasp
I'm a prisoner of my own brain
I hide behind a curtain because people fear the insane
They throw away the broken because something in good condition is what we crave
We're all a little selfish
It's something I understand
I hide behind the curtain because I don't want to be thrown away
Alone I'd self destruct
I'm a ticking time bomb
An undercover monster
Except I'm more harm to myself than I am to others
I have yet to learn to love myself
So I thrive on the love others
They're my life support
They give me hope
I'm wet clay
Too altered to fix myself
To find my true state
I hide in fear of being unloved and unwanted
One day things will be okay but not today