Your Tool.

I exist, sadly,

Not because I am

And not because I do.

I exist

Because you think I do.

Maybe I’m just a figment

Of your imagination.

Maybe I exist

As a tool for your usage,

Your leisure.

For some,

I exist to torment.

For others, I exist

As a friend.

But for none

Do I exist

To love endlessly

With their entire being.

I do not exist

To feel

That which I do not

Deserve.

This poem is about: 
Me

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