The I that's me

I write poems to express the way I feel
I feed on air , it doesn't matter if I had a meal
I walk barefoot and I hate wearing high heels
I am a wooden toy craving to be so real
I am a little afraid of what reality stores for me
I need some help . I just wanna be out of here
so save me please then I will owe you one
I am getting old , can't waste any more time