It reminds me that I’m not loved for me…
I’m loved for what I do;
When I don’t do what’s expected,
(As all those other people do),
I’m swiftly rejected.
No words are needed to remind me that,
My mind’s not important to you.
As long as my body does it’s work,
You’ll treat me as a human too.
I’m nothing but a piece of work.
Even my mind can’t stand for this,
And is gone most of the time.
How is it I don’t have a say,
In controlling what is mine?
So it oft’ seems best just to stay away.
I have to earn my place in your heart,
I’m not enough just being me.
If I didn’t do what I’m supposed to,
Would you ever be able to love me?
Love comes with strings attached.
K. Aldaya, 5/13/16