The M Word

I am your manquée, and I am sorry I lacked your standard ambition.
Why are worlds grey?
I am your macquette, and I've come up short of the competition.
Throw me away.

I am your mannequin, and I never was quite beautiful enough for that part.
Are we our own?
I am your matricide, and I never meant to destroy her, nor break her heart.
I am alone.

I am your melologue, but the accompaniment lost its accompanist.
Why would I kill?
I am your milieu, but I had never managed the vision of an artist.
This was God's will.

I am your monition, but I was unable to arrive before time came.
What here was wrote?
I am your mordancy, but I was only the ashes, and never the flame.
That corpse will float.

I am your murrhine, but I never held much of a defense for your porcelain.
What is a lie?
I am your musette, and my capacity has teemed beyond my strain.
I will not die.

You can hurt me.
You can endanger me.
You can destroy all that is mine,
But I remain myself.