Revolting

It’s revolting

The way they forget our names

And forget our faces

And forget that we have hearts and souls

And that we too are people

It’s revolting the way they toy.

They toy with our emotions

And with our hearts

And dangle them like a yoyo

Or a dog on a leash

It’s revolting the way we let them get away with it

And even more so the way they joke about it afterwards.

It’s revolting to realize that we want it enough to give in

And enough to lose what we believe in.