I'm not a mere object you can use I'm not a mere puppet you can use I'm tired of this I'm tired of getting used like this Like I'm everyone's slave People think that they can get away with treating me like a slave, Because they can People think they can use me, then discard me, Because they can Why can't people see? Why can't parents teach their children to act better? Why can't parents teach their children to write a letter? To all of the other kids that their child has harmed To all of the other kids that their child has used
It isn't fun being used It feels like hell being used
Day by day, May to May, Year to year, Tears turn into fear, Fear of getting used again Fear turns into pain, Emotional pain from being used turns into trust issues
This is kind of like the poem "Advantage", a poem I made. I just had the random idea to vent my trauma again into a poem so.... 🤭