From what material is it you think Im made?
Think you that I am but machanical, think you my heart is but a machine;
my soul just a computer with my feelings the data held there within?
What think you of I?
My minds eye sees things others choose not to.
My soul is but a sponge,
My heart, as such; soaks up emotions
and my brain like a tumble drier
spins them forever - round and round and round.
Deny me food and I will feel hunger.
Knock me down and I will break.
Hurt me and I will cry!
I am but flesh and blood -
Cut me and I WILL bleed