Looking back I realize. I've viewed through someone else's eyes. It's easy to forget that at times. . And I don't think you really care. And I don't even want you near.
I wish I could be silent, I wish I could turn my back on this. But you'd be right there waiting, waiting with your knife in hand. Ready to cut the life from me, wouldn't that be so convenient.
Take a look at me, tell them what you see. Just an ornament, ready to decorate. . Like a figure in little magazine. Position me to best suit your needs.