USED
I'm not your pet,
I'm not your puppet,
surely not a broken toy you get to discard,
I'm anything but yours,
that never seemed to stop you though
why am I everyone else but my own
I feel used.
THE CLEANING
nothing seemed to keep them away,
I want to wash all the dirt and impurity off my body,
I want to feel clean again.
slippery soap and murky water,
I scrub my skin until its raw and tender
I still feel used.
why do I still feel used?
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