I think of myself as a robot.

I function if he makes me.

He shapes my entire life.

And I live up to his expectations.

I am his object to toy with.

I conceal my emotions.

And he taught me how.

If I am hurt, I cry inside.

If I am in pain, I scream inside.

I am so sick of myself.

I am his machine.

I am created to work.

He expects me to be perfect.

I am his child.

But his words destroy me.

I am made of iron.

But my insides rust with tears.

My existence is flawed.

My iron body wears away.

And I realize I am only human.