always raining - Poetry

gladiator

What do you do?
when you become nothing more than a sack of flesh for aimless arms to grab at
When your life becomes a grande show for people to toy with and laugh at
When you become someone to play games with, trick, deceive and use for someone else's amusement or own selfish needs
Is this what my life is becoming? Is this what it means?
I may be the only performer to turn at the crowd and curl my lips in disgust at the end instead of bowing
Call me a gladiator
They dragged me in here in chains, sent all of the animals in to gnaw at my flesh
While others clapped, groaned, and watched with amused eyes
The laughter dies in the back of my throat
And I'll just glare at you all

I'm not the heroine, im not a fucking damsel in distress, those girls get happy endings
I'm the person you watch and flinch at then turn away from when it gets to be too much
It never ends
So how much can you stomach
Welcome to the show
No autographs on the way out, you just leave when it's too much to bear
Just remember,
You get to leave, come and go as you please
But i have to stay here