along time ago
in science class and wednesday afternoons
I came to the conclusion
that suicide was simply
natural selection.
short necked long legged
we all must evolve and forget
where we came from, what we were
well im stuck in the mind ive always had
in a life I don't deserve.

I ve tried to bend and snap and melt
myself to become something new
but im broken now, beyond help
unfixable, a runt, a failure
invisible to you.

only perfect versions of
all the other persons
are the ones that make it
to the end
only the strongest ( the prettiest)
the fastest ( the thinnest)
stay on, prototypes for tomorrow
idealisms for women and men.

so as piece by piece of me
is torn apart
its no great surprise
that generations down the line
aren't ever going to have my eyes.