Random Thoughts Flowing From My Head To My Screen

You felt like doing pottery, and I let myself become clay. You handled me roughly, To “be smooth and pretty”, And I wanted to be perfect for you. So I ignored the pain, When you would toss me around, and hit me, a squeeze me too tight. There was a point where I’d taken all that I could, Then you stuck me into the fire, Left me crackling and burning. But I didn’t mind, Because when it over, I was finally good enough for you. God, how I loved being your perfect pot. I was everything you wanted, I let you plant a garden in me. And when the roots of the oak that was growing so deep, Started to dig away at the bottom of my clay, I didn’t cry or tell you that it hurt, For you’d already forgotten about the seeds you’d put in soil. You wouldn't stop me from cracking.  But I dealt with all of the pain. One day you wake up and tell me "No longer be a pot" But I could no longer be molded, Because so long ago you’d thrown me into the fire. But despite that I tried, I tried so hard to be a teacup, a saucer, a plate. But you ignored my efforts, And you got angry. You told me that I wasn’t enough. When you would yell & shout, I would cry and beg for another chance. I would beg you to stop hurting me. Because I was doing my best, But you had done pretty well in making me into a pot. If you’d wanted a teacup, then why didn’t you mold me To be a teacup instead. You were stuck with a pot, And your friends didn’t like a pot, Your family didn’t like a pot, But at some point you’d liked a pot. But your mind is clay, Oh so moldable. And constantly you let unwanted hands open your lid, Reach around, Squeeze, Pound, Hit, Mold. And you changed. When you went to put me on the shelf, You saw a teacup with not a chip, But a crack, Slithering down the side, Smiling back at you. At you went to grab her, But dropped me in the process. You were so infatuated with your new cup, That you left my broken pieces on the ground. And when you went to step over me, You got cut. You made me the way I am. You used me for your personal gain. You dropped me You broke me But because I cut you I’m the monster.