Trophy Doll
By kittycatds
I hate the way you touch me so rough and uncaring expecting me to give it up the mintue you come beckoning I am not your toy I am not your doll this is not a trophy shelf upon which I sit You did not win me at some circus game the only thing you tossed was my heart in the trash I am tired of waiting for you to grow up tired of being your whipping boy you can not use me for your joy and pleasure expecting me to smile through all your weather I am not your toy I am not your doll this is not a trophy shelf upon which I sit Written April 3rd, 2002 © on Apr 05 2002 05:09 AM PST 0 • 1
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"I hate the way you touch me..."