You don’t see me
You only see my surface
Should you deign to glance upon it
You don’t know me
To you, I am a marionette
To do your bidding as you pull my strings
You don’t value me
My loyalty goes unheeded
Whilst you tend your selfish desires
You don’t favour me
To you, I am second best
A deviant to your lofty ideals
You don’t cherish me
You use misery and sorrow
To bully my tattered heart
You don’t love me
Your cruelty knows no bounds
You find too much pleasure in my pain
You don’t need me
I am sorry for them but
There are others you can torment.