“Every day I find myself
Trying to become empty
Telling myself that glass will always be more beautiful than stone
Every day I splurge on new glass eyes and a waist line
Tell all of my secrets to my toilet
Bent over it like it’ll give me something back with a single sacrifice of myself
I use the red ink from my thighs to sign my deals with the devil
Use society as an excuse to erase myself
Learned to bite down on my tongue so hard it falls off
Learned to shut up
But not how to say something worth listening to
Not how to fall in love with myself
The same way I was taught it was necessary to fall in love with somebody else
I’ve always been told that the world needs changing
But never that I was the change the world needs
I’m a trained self-destruct button
Light switch of emotion
Emotionless butterfly
A little lady bug
I’m nothing to be scared of
Until I use my wings
Until I say these words with conviction
Until I use my blade on something other than myself
Until I’m hunched over my cauldron
Until I press detonate
Until I become the explosion
I was created into
Despite my efforts, I never once was empty.”