Break me down into pieces. Spread me out until there’s nothing left of me. Take all you want, it still won’t be enough. I may crumble but at least now it’ll be on my terms. Be careful what you wish for. You want me to figure myself out, you may not like me too fondly anymore. You can try to twist and mold what you want but I won’t fit. You don’t want me, you want an idea, then to place me there. I’m too broken, too misshaped to fit your mold.