Why Is It
I see them staring
drooling
like I'm dead meat.
How is it that,
I,
a girl,
get treated like something to eat.
I see them staring.
I turn my head,
give 'em a smile.
I sit around and we talk for a while.
Why do they run?
You give 'em what they want,
and poof,
they're gone.
I am a girl.
I wasn't made for your happiness,
maybe,
oh maybe,
stop being so careless?
Take my heart,
stolen
and then you throw it to the ground.
Why do they run?
I try to give them the best
Is it wrong to want happiness?
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