I know.
Know what hides
behind the smirk,
that brushes the tips
of your lips

I see.
See the laugh
you withhold,
while your eyes stare
desperately past me.

I'm aware.
Aware that I
am nothing,
but a means to satisfy
your vanity.

That's why.
Why I surrender all
what has been and will be,
just to finally set
myself free.

Free from something
I no longer want.
Something,
I no longer
need.