I am the broken figurine on your nightstand
Was I born unlovable
Made from unwanted earth
Or did I craft myself worthless
Did I break myself enough to be thrown in the half off bin
Passed by, scoffed at
Seen by the few with nothing else left to lose
But never fully loved
Was it my destiny to be alone
Or did I choose the paths that led me here
Am I just too selfish to be loved
Or have I given too much of myself to be worth loving
There must be a reason their cups are so full
Did the cracks in my heart drain me of life
Did I bleed of my own choice
Or was the bloodletting from one who said they loved me
Was it one simple mistake that made me this way
Is this my big mission
Just the back story
These rags to turn to finest gold
Melted by my lust leaving me naked
They are cloaked in finest threads of love
I am wrapped in my own self hatred
All the questions left unanswered by your self proclaimed genius
The only truth I know is that I deserved it all
