empty

“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.”