i live in a giant petrie dish
i am small and flawed
with tweaked out nerves
that feel more than they should


really, im a sweet girl
once you stop looking at me
like that.


floating about, anchored down
i rattle off answers just like a machine
just so you get it
i am not glass.


i am not unable.
id give the world to explain, that i can
only show you who i am
what im made of


not so much metal and plastic
rubber and imbalance
i am just as ordinary as you


except


i smile more. and
im more likely to remember
what color your eyes are,
than you are mine.


because you are always
looking elsewhere.

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