Like a leach you latch on
You think your bite is strong

Your annoying, that much I'll admit
Like a dog with an itch, trying to scratch off a tick

It's not blood from the vain
That you want to drain

But emotions from the soul
You want to leave holes

You've lost all of your own, so other's you seek
You have grown so very sickeningly week

But I've grown up in the abyss
That part you must have missed

I'm not what you thought
I'm not what you sought

I'm much to strong
For you to cause me harm

I will stand and scoff
As I flip your *** off

You have no rights
For you are nothing but a parasite

There is always a reason to why we feel a certain way.
Sometimes we do not express it because we are afraid to meet it face to face, we are scared of confronting the mere thing that makes us weak.

Other times,
We do not because we get too comfortable in our sadness, we become too familiar playing the victim

But regardless of what we choose it eats us up like how a leech nibbles on flesh and without expression your heart can never recover .

I am a leech
And I can feel myself ******* you dry
I can feel you getting dry
Or maybe I'm just losing grip
But one of us is dying
And I hope to god it's me.

Hidden from the world, their expectations too high
I will never reach them, even if I try.

So I change myself; My face, my hair,
Everything that makes me ME, no one will care.

Soon enough, I'm not the same as I used to be
No longer that little girl that everyone loved to see.

I have become a fake person with fake aspects
So afraid of their expectations of having to be perfect.

I have lost the only people that cared about the real me
Now I'm a nail, holding up their reputations like the tool they want me to be.

I am defenseless and the only thing I can do is be quiet
This is what I wanted, right? The new look, personality and diet.

I wanted to reach their expectations and still I fail to do that
I changed myself for them but still they walk all over me like a mat.

I guess their expectations were too high, I couldn't go that far
Now I have to live with them ******* me dry of myself like the leeches they are.

"Pull down your shirt"
"Fix your top"
"That shirt is too low!"
"Get a longer skirt"
"You *will provoke an attack"
Sometimes
It sadden me to know
that the world is not
teaching some men how to
look at women with respect
and instead
society is telling women
to be conservative
so
men won't be
*Distracted (?)

They grab a leg
and shake...
and shake.
They grab a arm,
because I don't-
feel the harm.
They grab my hair,
my fingers,
my toes,
my eyes,
my ears,
my heart,
my nose.
One by one
each piece goes.
Before I can breathe
they've stolen my breath.
They pick apart all I have,
and I ask,"is this death?"
Death so empty,
yet I feel peace when alone.
All those years I cried for someone,
but I feel so shaken;
so happy on my own.
Let my sharing freeze over,
that someday it plop and rot,
to see their grand expressions,
will they still care or will they not?
I've given all I have,
I've said goodbye to all I love.
They've looted me entirely,
do they yet have enough?