Is it the way I walk and talk?
The way I take pride in my strides?
The way my sexuality is flaunted;
My mind haunted, from the abuse.
I accept you in my sanctuary,
Let you walk right in.
Never once did I think it could happen again.
Is it me that's the problem?
Am I just that girl?
Who everyone wants a piece of;
So i can get hurt, belittled and ignored.
You entered my kingdom and stormed my castle,
Then left as it my walls weren't broken down already.
You know my pain and I know it to,
But you seem to use it and make it new.
I didn't ask for this to happen!
You came to me!
Grabbed my body!
Took over ME!
Then few days later I'm nothing to you?
Then fine I will accept it,
I will breathe it out.
I Can Be,
Have Been,
And Shall Be Used.
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Painful Play
PoetryYou don't see the pain in a game. So how can you see the pain when played.
