You're living to die

You who would be bought
You who wants to be owned
You want to wait
And wait
On their control
It must be a sad life to lead
If only you’d care to notice
If only you’d care to listen

But this must be ingrained
For the only self-worth you find in yourself
Is after they beat you down
And that thing within us all
Begins shout:
Hey, you can’t treat me this way!
But that’s buried underneath the:
LovemelovemeI’llmakethemlovemeifitkillsme

I’llmakethem…

I’ll…

(Oh, you’ll never notice.
That sense of self-preservation isn’t there.
So it’s as if this was never said.)

Author notes

Umm, so yeah, this poem is on my deviantart page(karurosu.deviantart.com), so go there and see it in it's true format... and I...don't know how to make words bold on this site. Help would be appreciated.