Wait. Your eyes must be deceiving you. Am I right? Because I don’t feel what I am supposed to feel from you. I don’t understand the gestures and funny talk that you’re giving me. It doesn’t really correlate with my heart, my mind or my soul. And it definitely doesn’t look healthy. Why don’t I feel special anymore? I mean why do I feel so low, when I should be as high and soar on eagles wings? Why are you trying to push me down to level one, when I should be on a level you’ve never even heard off...out of this world; it should be too high for you to comprehend. I am NOT a piece of paper that you can scribble all over, poke holes into with your chewed up pencil, for you to make your little mistakes on, take your anger out on and scrunch me up into a ball, dunking me into a waste bin, like I’m not important, like I was a waste of bark and not worth your time. I am NOT that strawberry flavoured bubblegum that enters your mouth for you to devour slowly and harshly, for you to suck out all the sweet juice from me, for you to grind your imperfect molars into, for you to blow me out and pop me like its a game you find amusing. I am certainly NOT some any stone that you can tread on without a care in the world, the fact that you don’t even know I am under the palm of your enormous foot, for you to scrape your heels into, then suddenly pick me up, only to throw me in the middle of the ocean to sink lower and lower until I’m no more and of no use. I am not a ‘just-until’, I am not a ‘just-for-now’, I am not a cover woman or a substitute girlfriend. I definitely refuse to be second best, or best of nothing. I am not babe, b, hun, luv or darling when you NEED me; I do not belong to you, neither are those names on my birth certificate. I am not your puppet-on-strings, you cannot control my doings and my sayings, you cannot pick me up and drop me whenever you like. I am a human being just like you...but better. I am not empty. I have a heart. You know; that organ that pumps blood around your body; you have one as well, probably dusty, because you do not use it. Unlike you, I’d like my heart to be taken care of, to be treated and loved appropriately. Not taken away and kicked around like that ball on your useless pro evolution game. No it’s not the same. If you had not realised, I have feelings. And these feelings are not to be toyed with, they are not to be tampered with, they are not to fall in the hands of a heartless person. I am not just any girl. I am more than that. I am a queen with noble character, I am a diamond with a sparkling personality, I am a blood red rose with delicate petals of which needs the best care and attention. I am a woman who deserves to be treated with respect, humility and love and in return you will never cease to be happy.
