My body is all I shall amount to,
An obvious failure of picturesque?
Of the fantasies I'd die to live through,
My jealously unlawfully confessed.

I looks around and feel unsubstantial,
If eyes don't shine then why the need for sight?
Waiting to blind me to keep the secret,
Broken dolls don't look better in the light.

When my body is old and forgotten,
And when my mind and soul are sent adrift,
Will you please remember my legacy,
As the girl who didn't really exist.