The Statue

I didnt realize until today that I am a statue
In your eyes
Not a flesh and blood woman,
With tender skin, blood that flows
When pricked.

I now know that to you,
I am stone, iron, shell
Lacking the ability to feel
Nothing you can say harms me
Nothing penetrates the core

You don't see a soul
a heart
You just see,
Something? What?
Maybe nothing at all.

You must see me as a statue
bronzed, impenetrable, strong.
Impervious to the daggers of your words.
Otherwise you are just uncaring, insensitive
Oblivious.

I am becoming your creation
You are slowly making me into that which you see
The day will come when I feel nothing
Say, do what you will,
I will stand unflinchingly. Gone.