Look at me
Not through me
I'm not your toy
You can't play me
My clothes are my shield
In which you won't remove
You don't have that power
To use me like baking flour
This body is mine
It's not your game
So don't think
I'm yours to claim.
I'm not weak
You can't have a peak
So leave me alone
You bleak freak
YOU ARE READING
Express The Distress
PoetrySmiles are deceiving, feelings are hidden. What a beautiful facade you have.
