Your smile, so fake, so unreal to me
As I lie, spread-eagled, for your fantasy.
I hate this time, so I close my eyes,
As your hand creeps up between my thighs.
This is not my idea of love and emotion,
This is not my idea of trust and devotion.
I wince, and cringe, and wait so long
Never once crying, for I must be strong.
I wonder why this had to be in my life,
I'm only your child, and not your wife.
I'm not here for a sexual pleasure or game,
I'm not here for your body to mangle or maim.
I was made out of love and was made out trust,
That much you can give me...I know you must