What am I to you?
Just a trophy, some kind of prize?
You keep me hidden away,
Keep me from the sun and air.
Am I your doll?
What is it with you?
Do you think I like these chains?
No matter how pretty or bright,
Chains are chains.
Do you think I can't see them?
You speak of me to no one.
Expect adoration from me.
You want me to play by rules
That only you know,
Yet expect me to follow.
I break the rules
And you put me in place.
Never with a fist or slap,
Just cold, harsh words,
So you don't break my pretty face.
You don't tell me what's on your mind.
Am I supposed to guess?
Why do I have to hear how you feel
From everyone else?
I have ears you know; I'm not deaf.
Why do you hide me?
Are you ashamed of me?
Aren't I pretty enough, smart enough?
You expect me to look at youbut you don't look at me.
I see things you know; I'm not blind.
You jerk from my touch;
Things have to be on your terms.
What you like once you don't again.
Yet you don't let me say a word.
I can learn to touch you know; I have hands.
You go out and make sure to smell good.
Yet you can't be bothered around me.
You sniff things, act weird and rudeit hurts you know.
Tell me you like my scent only when asked or it suits you.
I smell too you know; I have a nose.
You make faces at what I cook.
Or refuse to eat at all.
But have no problem somewhere else.
Do you know how insulting that is, or care?
I have a mouth you know; I taste too.
You expect perfection of me.
Are you disappointed or now?
Am I not who or what you thought?
Can you not decide what to do with me?
Pick one kiss me or kill me.
I take care of you.
I take care of your house.
I guard your sleep.
I protect your heart.
Where is my thanks, Master?
No matter how pretty chains are chains.
No matter how bright a cage is a cage.
No matter how strong or lovely,
Faeries do badly in prisons.
So do me one favor, Master, please.
Kiss me or Kill me.
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