CUT IN THE CIRCLE

Am I supposed to look away
While you look past me
And pretend that one’s eyes do not see
What they wish they could see
When I look in your eyes
I see nothing but defiance
A closed gate that’s painted brightly
Closed windows that invite voyeurs
And you dare to jest
Of how I am at your behest
While I move my world around you
You play me like a game
That you could drop when you get tired
That you come back to when you yearn again
And I need to plead
For you not to kill me as yet
For I am no goblin or orc
That you cannot look at
With kinder eyes