Carried on my back lies a wish,
To be seen as more than a myth.
Believe what you see is real,
Worth coveting and guarding with steel.
Your view of me as perfect,
Means nothing, makes me sick.
Yet here I lie in a pool of expectations,
Human I am not, a simulation.
I wish to be merely a girl,
One you can love still.
Yet you come not near,
For it is I you fear.
One day let me meet my match,
Lessen the weight that I carry.
Worthy one, reel me in.
For I am yours only, a catch.