This song was written during study hall where obsessively playing solitaire wasn't calming me down. I just wanted to share it somewhere, and please be nice!
I’m not a rubber band
I can’t stretch and bend any way you pull me.
I’m not a little ball of clay,
Molding, melting into your mold.
I’m not rubber, I’m not clay, molten metal.
I’m only flesh and bone.
My bones will snap,
My flesh will tear,
My skin will leak blood red as roses.
Roses far more beautiful than the mold you have for me.
I’m sorry for my scarred, ugly skin that leaks.
I’m sorry for my flesh that won’t stretch, only tear.
I’m sorry for my breaking bones,
My red, red blood that will only stain and cause a scene.
This mold doesn’t fit me,
It doesn’t look like me at all
It changes all the time,
Yet always looks like that girl who “doesn’t matter.”
But can never seem to get out of your hair
I’m sorry for my scarred, ugly skin that leaks.
I’m sorry for my flesh that won’t stretch, only tear.
I’m sorry for my breaking bones,
My red, red blood that will only stain and cause a scene.
I’m sorry, I’m not your little rubber girl
I’m sorry your mold is too small, too tight for me.
…
Do you even want me at all?