I am not a spectacle,
To be watched, analysed and discussed.
I am not a punch bag,
To be beaten, battered and bust.
I am not a whisper,
Talked behind ones back
I am not a robot,
Void of emotion, simply fact.
I am not a timepiece,
Wound up constantly.
I am not a clue,
To be searched for and to see.
I am not a object,
For sale or to lease.
I am just a person,
Neither beauty nor the beast.
You’re my match, but you’ve struck out,
A wasted journey, no shadow of doubt.
Your personality's changed, you say I’m flawed.
Pick up the phone, irony’s called.
You sit, you sit and debate me; I question how long did, did you hate me?
You're colder than ice, but you’re not cool,
I played the jester, but you’re the fool.
You’re my mirror, the reflection's mauled,
The cracks are showing, the shatters applaud.
I got to know, got to know you lately; my knowledge of you increased, increased greatly.
You break the rules, when it suits you,