It doesn't take you too long to realise
What you want to see between lovestruck eyes,
It doesn't take too long for you to trip
When you don't feel from those pursed lips.
When you want to see those heads turn,
Because you feel that thats what you've earned.
When you begin to notice its not going to change
That everything is still the same
Whats the use of these blue diamonds
If they don't dazzle?
It doesn't take long before you can't stop
Because you're desperate to turn back the clock.
It doesn't take long for you to hide
When you can feel the tears building up inside.
When you can't give up on this dream
Things become harder than they seem.
When you begin to notice its not going to change
That everything is still the same
What's the use of running this fast
When your not even moving?
And all I want is one simple word
My happiness surrounding this secret
"Perfect" whispering through my ear
Into my mind and that's where it stays.
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This is my fault, this is your fault
I should never have trusted you,
All thats left for me to feel good,
Is to strip for you.
But when you leave my smile disappears again.
Because I know I'm nothing.
Author notes
Im still young, and i was young and its all i know, its the thing that hurts to most and its the truth. A guy i was in love with when i was only 12 was only interested when i was stripping for him, thats when i felt beautiful. It wasnt too long before that was the only way i felt beautiful.. with everybody and now i cant shake it. So guyhs have no respect for me, because i have no respect for myself. Because they make me feel the only time im "hot" is when im naked infront of them. Its embarressing but i do it because otherwise I feel like im ugly, like i should kill myself, bu after a while you realise your nothing to them and that hurts too but then the next day theyre back asing for it agaim and because you know the only time they look you in a sexual way is when you strip you do it again. Its a dangerous cycle and im stuck.
So this poem is just telling you about it. I had to get it out. nearly 3 years down the line,. So I ask you:
Does this make me a slut?
Please tell me what you think and comment with advice if you can!
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most people lookin gonto this situation without knowing the truth would brand u with the term slut.. but me i call u a victim... great poem by the way
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