In the depths of exhaustion, a poem unfolds
Of being used for my body, a story untold
Once a vessel of beauty, desired and sought
Now burdened and weary, my spirit distraught
In the realm of desires, I was objectified
A commodity sought, my worth simplified
My curves and my features, mere tools of desire
But within me, a fire, pleading to aspire
The weariness pervades every ounce of my being
Used and discarded, no longer worth seeing
For I am more than my body, an empty shell
Aching to break free from this agonizing spell
My soul, unseen and yearning for release
Craves to be cherished, to find inner peace
To be valued for virtues, not just hollow charms
To be seen as a person, not a body in arms