Prostitution

Are you willing to die as you were born or live to be someone else..

“By any means necessary”

Words of encouragement to my self-depreciated soul

 

Pure happiness coming at a premium

The outside world strips me; making me its w***e

 

Strange lips and unfamiliar hands cradle me

Satisfaction in this sense is only temporary

 

Criticism coming from every direction

Questioning whether my lifestyle is necessary

 

I’ve never enjoyed my naked predicament

However, it’s my only productive option

 

Allowing simpletons to simply have their way

Faking pleasure, keeping my pain locked in

 

After so much abuse, I try to be a man

Clothing myself again, sucking up the tears

 

The world has other ideas

Unleashing every one of my fears

 

Again, cold and abandoned

I find myself back at square one

 

Becoming a slave to the world

Just another form of prostitution 

Author's Note

Give your best worst judgment. I don't mind.