A piece of cake

Hey! before I write my poem I just wanted to say that I'm new to this group and i hope you enjoy my poem! let me know what you think, please!

I was born to be a toy,

an object of affection,

an object of desire and want,

just something to be played with,

sometimes broken,

thrown away, 

and forgotten,

I'm just an object in their eyes,

something that appeals to them,

something they desire and crave, 

until they don't,

they look at me like I'm a piece of cake,

with pink frosting and sprinkles,

they will never know or appreciate anything more than my outside,

the way I look,

my youth and beauty and sweetness,

they will never look past it,

their eyes widen as i walk past,

their mouths watering,

as if I'm a palatable dish.

my point is I'm tired.

I'm tired of being treated like a piece of cake,

a toy to play with and throw away with no remorse,

I'm not just a pretty thing,

I'm not something,

I'm someone,

I'm a girl,

and that alone makes them salivate,

but crushes me,

"I'm not just a body"

"I'm not just a body"

"I'm not just my face",

but there they are staring once again,

mouths open wide,

ready to consume the last crumbs of my heart.

until I cant take it anymore.