I should be studying for my Anatomy final

But I can't get these thoughts out of my head;

How everyone's so sculpted

We might as well be dead.

My eyes are supposed to be the key to my soul,

But tbh theyre just too tired

From watching the way other people fit in

And being filled with envious desire.

My ears are supposed to listen,

But tbh they're just too annoyed

With the way we sculpted people

Throw words around like Kindergarten toys.

My mouth is supposed to kiss,

But tbh it's just too scared

Of all us sculpted people

Who kiss without a care

My mind is supposed to think brilliant thoughts,

But tbh whenever I try to think outside the box,

The sculpted world around me

Reminds me not to talk.

Tbh, I could do something about this.

I could take some clay and tools

To a place all by myself;

I could break all of the rules.

I could create my own sculpture

With no one to tell me how.

It could be amazing;

I could take a bow.

I know I bring this mess upon myself.

I know that I'm the culprit.

I want to try to fix it

But tbh,

I think im just too sculpted.