Misuse

What are humans for?

With a vulnerable anatomy,

Surely we need to be loved and cared for?

Keep away from fire.

Do not mix with other fabrics.

Keep away from children.

Such simple lives we're supposed to live,

In a modern age,

Still with our prehistoric mindset.

Fight or flight?

If survival of the fittest weeds out the weak,

I must be strong,

In some way.

Perhaps not my muscles or wit,

But my intelligence to avoid heartache.

I remain in my bubble wrapped and caged heart,

Letting no one near,

Replaying memories of what happened the last time.

Not the last time.

Not for me,

Not for anyone.

Tiny dolls in a tiny house,

Pick me up and bend my body,

Under the strength of your fingers.

I am at your will.

But just one thing I plead for,

Before natural selection destroys me,

Treat me with care and kindness.

I cannot afford to be fixed again.