Misunderstood

They call her a slut, a player, a whore

But what do they know?

How can they not see that she is the one being used?

She cries herself to sleep at night begging for comfort

She just wants to be loved

She has been hurt so many times, she cannot recollect

She clings to the littlest signs of affection

She wonders what is wrong with her

She tries too hard then she plays hard to get

She falls easily only to be walked over

They always leave never staying long enough for closure

So willing to give what is left of her heart

Never receiving as much as a thank you

Love is a funny thing; it does not work if it is one-sided

Don’t judge her, she is just a repeated victim of cupid.

Chameleon

Who am I?

I don’t even know the answer to that question anymore.

I used to be the smart one, the cute one, thick one

What is happening to me?

I am growing into a person I don’t even recognize

When I look into the mirror now I see a total stranger

When did I stop caring?

It seems as I get older I am getting further away from the person I was.

I remember as a child the older kids looked up to me.

I was a role model at age six

I was number one in my class

Now among the population I am a lost statistic

I used to be one of those girls that drew the guys

But since anorexia is in I don’t even get a second look

I wake up each morning not caring who I will meet in the day

Because it’s not like anyone is looking at me

No one sees me anymore

They see my physical being

But my mind left my body years ago

Oh how I wish I wasn’t just a ghost looking on at my life

I feel like I have no control anymore

I just go through each day waiting

The life I live right now is not mine.

Loveless

Where are the good men?

I am starting to think they don’t exist.

Where are the ones that are looking for love?

Because so far all I can find are the horny ones.

Am I just a sexual object?

I really need to ask

When men see us, today they don’t see a person they see an available vagina

Am I just a garage for you to park your car?

Am I just rental space?

Our value over the generations has demeaned so much

Guys used to be nervous to ask if they could hold your hand on the first date

Now it is not even shocking for them to want sex after the movie

I want to have a relationship built not only on the physical

Is personality not important anymore?

I am tired of these men who don’t even call us by our names anymore

When did it become normal to call a girl,

A bitch or a hoe rather than a young lady

What is scary is that so many of us live up to these names.

We have allowed ourselves to become

nothing more than what these men see us as

I want a man who sees me

Someone who is more interested in my brain

Than what is between my legs.

I want to meet a man that comes to stay

Not the one on a mission to get into my pants

That will leave once he is done

I want to find a good man

Are they out there?