I'm caught by the thought;
The more thet know the less they want
Real is only ideal until its boring
Comfort conflicts with commitment
The dance of romance eludes me
The function of seduction is a laugh
The lies that we try just to get by
Are temporary temptations at best
I rebel againt the hell of waining interest
The male gaze doesn't grant me worth
I'm not a damsel in distress to be desired
Somehow I will survive these shallows
I may lament my loneliness
But I refute any reference to deference
I will not be less to catch some quarry
Let them play that sick game without me.