Beautiful lips I was told I had
He said they looked so soft, so lush
Good enough to taste he said
When my lips met his for the first time
He said I love your lips
Give me more
But there were times when he hated these lips
Like when I would curse at him
He'd tell me to shut up
Or when I would speak my mind
He'd tell me to quiet down
But when I would sing his favorite song
Sing it again he'd say
As if my lips were his to control
Like he was the master, and I his pet
To do and say as he pleased when he asked
But these lips are not yours
They're mine, and you know
To laugh, to smile, to frown, to scream, to sing
Whether it be for you or against you
But it's for me
Not you
So get your lips off of mine
Cause all they do is lie
But my lips have never lied
They've stayed pure and true
And you love them when they're tender
But hate them when they're truthful
YOU ARE READING
The Pain Of Being Me
PoetryThe story of pain The story of struggle Of something so scary You keep yourself hidden in a bubble
