What a work of art

You said that you’d take my feet off the ground
Then how come they are still on the floor, but my head is spinning round
From the start everyone said I wouldn’t go far
I closed my ears but listened from afar
Both eyes closed
And yet one was always opened to everything I saw
I don’t need to be call baby or hunny
I just want some of your time, not your money
Calling you on the phone
In such a hurry for the busy tone
I just want to cry alone
Theirs no one on earth that can save me
So now you cant blame me
I tired
I changed
Rearranged
Dizzy from the drugs
Tired of smiles and pity hugs
Im fake to everyone
And now me
Because of everything you WANTED me to be
I lost the real me down the road
Now I even let go of the hand I use to hold
A mirror image use to give me a shock
Now its just a mock
Of what I am now
And in the background is what I used to be
Now I scare myself and no one knows
They are used to what I am
I guess you just weren’t happy with anyone else
So changing me and just hope it doesn’t fail,
I hope it fails, it doesn’t
I don’t make a sound
Forever lost..
A hope of one day to be found
And brought back to life
I feel like Barbie.. and Ken got a new Wife
He didn’t its just in my head
No one knows I cry myself in bed
Why else would I have black sheets
Fake from the greets
To the hand shake before we part
Why other purpose do I have.. I’m a work of art
I’d walk down the street with guys head turn with glee
And girls would smirk with envy
I personally never got that before
Do they think I’m beautiful or a whore?