Gone

She was a loner.
No one care to get to know her.
Now I’m just a prize something you get to look at.
I’m done I want to be seen as a woman not a thing.
so hold your pride tight.
will you be jealous and not feel right?
I am beautiful beyond your control.
there are plenty of men who see me for me not just something to add to their inventory.
So hold tight sweet one because soon I might be gone.