who would i be
if you took me apart
stripped me down to my bones
and then polished them until they gleamed
what would be running through my veins?
a hint of humor, a glimpse of girlhood
who would i be if you took out my brain
who am i if i'm not smart
an overachiever
always looking for some way to get ahead
if you dissected my heart, what would exist there?
am i anything at all?
i used to have a personality
i think
but now i am just a hollow shell of a person
it's what tiredness does to a person
stripped out my essence like the machine in fahrenheit 451 replaced mildred's bloods
see
see how i can't even write without hints of my schooling sneaking in
what have i ever been if not smart
and who will i be
when even that
is taken away