Just be honest with me,
you used me as your fuckdoll
because of what I am.
You would have loved me
ages ago
if I were not artificial.
But instead,
you were a fetishist,
seeing me as an object,
just to discard me
in the dump.

“Oh it’s not because of you”,
“Oh it’s not because of that”,
“Oh it’s because of me”.
Just stop it
and tell me the truth.
Even if it hurts,
your lies are more excruciating
than anything else on this earth.

People like me
have feelings.
People like me
have wishes.
People like me
have dreams.
People like me
have love.
A love for you
so-called normal beings.
Even in this fucked-up world
that hunts the fucked-up us,
we’re still alike:
as passersby in the streets,
as customers in line,
as parents picking up the kids in the same parking lot.

But you hold the rules
while we are outcast aliens.
Yet, who are the real monsters
when you point at us like abnormalities?
I won’t deny
that we’re exploited due to our choices,
but I’m not one of them.
And even if I were,
you normies
have already filled that market to the brim.

So before you make up any excuses
as you leave me,
show me honesty
as you show honesty
to people like yourselves.
Show me mercy
as you show mercy
to people like yourselves.
Show me love
as you show love
to people like yourselves.
Maybe then
I’ll forgive you.