Fear's Radio

I posses a fear.
A fear that lurks over my heart like
the dark side of a full moon.
A fear that keeps me awake with the ebony blanket of the sky,
Constantly riddled with worry.
Over and over again like a repetitive pop song on the radio.
I have been left behind.

Usually for no reason at all I am submitted to this torture.
But sometimes it is because I succumb
To the dark desires of the human body too soon...
Too quickly
And abandoned with the others who have done the same.
Because really,
Who wants a used doll anyway?

No one wants a Barbie that has been left on clearance in the department store.
One arm missing, a broken doll.
So why am I in fear?
Is it because I truly believe in the concept of The One?
Or the fact that my naivete continues to let me be abused again...and again...
that song forever repeats on my radio.