Free me

Tarts we have been labeled as
Walking the streets they whistle
Like dogs we obey
Lose cannons in date nights and in their beds we will lay
The night waits idle to devour us
And day to condone us
From the pain of losing our virginity to the pain of child bearing we endure it all
Strong in the midst of our tame we subdue
Pure in heart and soul we deem
Perfect we fight to befit
Horrors of our strangled nights
We are  constrained by the demons we carry within
In sorrow we find solace
In his arms we are safe
In darkness we sprout
Feed me with anguish
I know not to be without torment
He's my drug l get high
Stupefied in your presence
Iam numb
Iam feeble
Free me