Feeling as if i’m just an object

My feelings are as dark as my roast coffee .

My car is as golden as my heart .

But i am no object .

My soul screams for freedom as the butterfly.

My heart beats faster every time i think about letting go even though i love you .

But i am no object .

I wish i had wings to fly and understand your mentality and the way you think.

I am no psychic but i do know that everything that you think is good never lasts.

But i am no object.

I am no toy to chew on and play with and throw out the next day.

I ponder for my blade, when i think about what i am Not capable of doing for myself.

But i am no object.

I just want to feel loved and cherished.

I just want to feel like my very best self again.

I just want someone to tell me everything will be ok.

But i am no object.

As i sit here and think about what i may do to hide this fear, i may just fall back into the same ditch.

I think about starting over and being young all over again everyday .

But i am no object.