His paper angel

I'm his paper angel
Composed of tattered creases
I'm perfect at every angle
Until you unfold me
Read the jaded ramblings
Of this bitter little girl
I'm a diamond in the rough
But he calls me his "pearl"
I'm a defected butterfly
Inside my cold cocoon
I never learned to fly
So i blow kisses at the moon
I'm a princess of the old
Bathed in impure light
My halo of Tarnished gold
Contaminated By satins knight
I'm perfectly incomplete
I'm Completely Obsolete
I'm Crushed beneath the feet
Of His "victorious Elites"
Deceive Him as you will
Pull His strings in morbid thrill
His heart remains mine still
And For me His love prevails