As I wake up,
From my long, good night's sleep.
I notice, that I can't sit up, and drink the coffee out of my cup,
The pain terrorizes my body, and it runs deep.
"I can't move!" I scream,
I'm trying to fathom what's going on.
"Stay Calm" I tell myself, "Maybe this is only a dream"
But I pinch myself, and the pain still isn't gone.
I'm covered in glass, painted blue,
I can't feel anything.
I'm waiting to break out, as the sun shines through,
At this point, to escape, I would do anything, and everything.
My sexuality is my demon,
I can't control its final call.
My mind is steaming,
From the anger and denial, from being in the body of my this porcelain doll.