Your skin was flawlessly stitched
with flowers

    but, my hands only felt the thorns.

I was just a ballerina in a music box
to you;

    who only twirled when
you sang lyrics that you didn't mean.

    The box might be embedded with diamonds

    but, the chains of luxury aren't leaving enough
room for me to breathe.

    I plead you to set me free.

Please.