Prosthetic Heart

I feel like my heart has been put on a shelf
On display for others to see, others to use.
I can't be myself
but I can't take the abuse.

I'm finding it hard to breathe
I can't even see
My life is going nowhere
and it just isn't fair

THEY have full control
Though I don't let my pain show
The pain of THEM ripping apart my soul.

The spectators, viewing what is for sale, take control of my prosthetic heart
if only they knew
But I don't need their pity, I need true love
But pity is all I'm going to get
Because pity is only but a fake sympathetic art
Meant for one with a prosthetic heart