Gone, was what he wanted
What does he want of me
I've given him everything
even myself
he doesn't want an economic pursuit
because he works for his money
but yet he gives me one hundred dollars
does he think I'm a prostitute
I might as well be since I got it
but never wasted it
but now
all the money I get, I seem, to need to waste it
buying things I regret later, but
what does he want?
I've given him everything,
he's robbing my personality
squeezing my hand
what does he want?
pinching my arm
what does he want?
I'm gone
I have nothing
only crystal tears
tears of glass
what does he want?!
This poem is about:
Me