Amanda Elizabeth | my life in black and white

I'm bothered by the way I walk around,
I seem to wander off when they converse,
The frustration is too easy, the prowlers won't rest,
I roll my eyes and leave, yet they latch on to me like a leech.
The more I let myself go, the more they come,
Line up my imprisoned counter.
I'm not an object, not a prize.
I don't care what you drive.
Go fuck yourself and die.
Leave me alone.