men gawk and ogle my body
then shift and act all dodgy
i feel so drained and used
as if on display at the zoo
they say they want real
but run as soon as i feel
tell me why i am even alive
since i do not get to thrive
to give and receive love
was all i ever dreamed of
just be emotionally safe
protected from the chafe
now the sweet call of Death
lingers on my mind for breath
who am i to resist this call
a mere body for looks by all
good bye good night and good luck
sorry for wanting more than a fuck
Your poem paints a vivid picture of vulnerability and frustration. It’s clear you’re yearning for genuine connection and understanding, rather than being seen as an object.
You deserve to be valued for who you are, not just how you look. It's heartbreaking to feel so diminished, and I wish there was an easy way to change that reality. Remember, your worth isn’t defined by how others perceive you but by your own sense of self and the love you can give and receive.
Your longing for something more meaningful is a sign of your depth and humanity, and that’s something truly precious. ❤️