Woke each day like some prize you won,
A plastic smile beneath your sun.
You held me up to feed your pride,
But never saw the hurt I’d hide.
A token girl, a gleaming shell,
You played me just to play it well.
No care, no depth, just show and tell—
A lie you dressed in love’s soft spell.
You posed me perfect, calm and still,
Then drained me just to feel a thrill.
A hollow crown, a staged parade,
While I stood quiet, while I decayed.
You called it love, what a disgrace—
You liked my body, not my face.
Not my soul, not who I am,
Just a thing to flex, to show, to scam.
You never loved me, not at all,
Just liked me trapped behind your wall.
But I’ve burned down that pretty stage—
No more your pawn, no more your cage.
So here’s your prize, go find another—
To trick, to twist, to slowly smother.
I’m done, I’m out, I spit your name—
You made me hate the love you claim.
–Rachel Dcruz
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