No more
I take the clothes off my body and give them to men so they will get used to my naked body and no longer urge to have sex with me.
I take my makeup off and give it to men so they will feel less threatened by beauty.
I shed my confidence and give it to women so they will feel better about themselves.
I shed any kindness I have left and give it to women beacuse to them it is just seen as an act.
I give my soul to all people so they are not offended by my essence.
I step out of my skin in order to make yours more comfortable.
I rip out my own tongue and give it to you so my words do not hurt you.
I cut off my ears and hand them to you so your ego is not damaged by how I hear you.
I pop my eyeballs out and give them to you so will not be tortured by how I see this world.
I have taken so much away from myself to please the people.
I am now mangled parts of an empty body.
No heartbeat.
No soul.
No senses.
No more...
No more!
No more will I shed myself to please the people.
No more will I put on a cloak of invisiblity and hide away just to satisfy the world.
No more will I harm myself to see you smile.
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