Why I break

Change has always been hard for me Never has it been easier then sleeping at a stranger's house, after sneaking in , because my home life wasnt the best I have never seen a guy look at me the way you do Nor has one cared as much as you But this is why I break, my love. I was made to believe, that I was nothing more than a trophy The kind of girl men cheat on because shes only the public head The kind of girl that's ignored unless its bed time The kind of girl who was made to be a late night toy at bedtime for their mans disposal, at any time he needed I was made to believe that I wasnt good enough, because I wasnt the kind of girl to take home to your mom. I was made to believe that it was because of ethnicity and because "white people are mental " I was made to believe that I was to cook, clean, play nurse, and do shopping while the man sat at home playing games. With other women. I was made to be the kind of girl who spoke out for how she felt, but was told she was too much Too soft Too sentimental So I tried to be hard I tried not to care and I tried not to show pain But my colors faint due to cheap paint And my metal fades and wears to reveal only plastic And my stature becomes a joke. Men threw me around like i was a game And one day they threw me too far and that's how I break The girl every guy wants just for the sake of having So my love, be careful around the pieces