greedy hands made there way across my body
only seeming to take interest in what’s under my clothes
using it as a chest taking whatever they pleased
selfishly never searching for the ruby of my heart
the only part that kept my happy was an
I love you
whispered into my ear
allowing me to ignore that there interest only grows
when there lifting my shirt over my nose
but
they love me
they call me beautiful
they treat me well
so why do I dwell on the fact I’m only beautiful to them when my skin is bare
greedy hands made there way across my body
tearing my self respect under there nails as they go
-ccp