Most men fancied her for her sex appeal
They doted with lies in hopes that she may reveal
More skin for their greedy eyes and wandering hands
Caring not for her crashing self worth from their selfish demands
They did not understand, they didn't care to see
The beauty of her curious mind and weary heart
Most men did not care to view her as a person
And benefit to them when her self image began to worsen
Empty words to fill the cracks they made
But the temporary fix was quick to fade
To give and give but never receive
Left her a shell of what she used to be
YOU ARE READING
Her Story
PoesieHello, it's been quite some time since I've last written a poem, and it's been years since I've tried being an active poet, let's hope the past few years have given me some new experiences to write about
