Vile

try to live in fear
with the steps that follow
with the shouts, the glances
feelings too long supressed
try to live here
where everything you see
is a reflection of what you should be like

from man you're bred within
vile object of lust
for men you're shedding skin

time has scarred us
with sexuality
made woman a whore
whore of her own body
try to live in a world
feel the twisted need of men
a doll for their lust
in silence
silence you must...

a casualty of past centuries
does it run too deep?
wither
how much more
before you wither away
before we wither away?