take your fist and grind me down
take a little off here and a little off there
take your fist and pound me down
down to where you want me
shape me into what you need,
mold me as you see fit
it hurts me,
but I won't tell
put your fist in my mouth as I begin to cry
take your knife and slit my throat,
I will then, begin to die
don't panic as my blood rushes out of my cut
fix the cut with super glue
you said I wasen't worth much
see me to my grave for the super glue didn't work
go home
the next day will be just like any other day
go to my room, look through my things, then out of the corner of your eye you see something move,
turn around
there I am
good
as
new
this was really good
Chana Fuller