seamstress

i am not a seamstress
yet i continue to make alterations for you
trimming away parts of me to be pleasing to you
this is never what i intended to do... again
once something is cut off it is gone forever
there are too many parts of me lost already
that i have tried to mend back together
but its just not the same
i have been here before
didnt realize it until i looked in the mirror and saw all the holes
from my cut out pieces
scraps of me laying on the floor
yet enough was never enough
and no matter how much of me I altered
you wanted to take away something more
until i was nothing but a skeleton
no soul left to me
that is just the way you wanted me to be
bare, weak, and broken
so when you looked at me i appeared weaker than you
no matter how bare i was standing before you
i was still stronger than you will ever be
break me until i am nothing but a pile of bones
laying on the floor
now watch me put myself back together
and walk out the door