in your eyes,
my worth is no more than an animal.
a dead one.
i'm simply here at your disposal,
for your pleasure,
whenever you'd like.

too bad i don't conform
to the norm of my age
clubbing and drinking till i stumble home
you've tried to convince me.
and you'll keep doing so,
until you can have me.
between your bedsheets,
covered in shameful marks,
just so you can boost your ego and compare to your friends.