Untitled for You

November 15, 2009
Through his eyes, I’m stained
A disgusted, tainted grey
I’m unclean and unworthy
Not abused or misused
Through his eyes I’ve changed
Into a sleazy, giving temptress
I’m dirty and pitiful
Not confused or lead-on
Through his eyes I’m gone
Replaced by a hulking, awkward freak
I’m contaminated and unsafe
Not bruised and unwanted
Through his eyes I wish I saw
Myself, painted in a truthful light
Quirky and complex
Not rejected and such old news

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