The Broken Girl-Not Me

Is my life not tortured enough for you to see? I am broken as can be. My heart is torn. My tears stain these perfect floors. Why are singing with glee? Why do you not care about my every plea? I am trapped in your arms. I am the hopeless moth. How did you pick me? What is it that you see? A girl untouched by life? A flower blooming in the desert? I have said goodbye to my loving integrity. You took that from me through R-A-P-E.