"IT"

It hates me
I don't like it
It feels weird
I've never felt comfortable with it
The way it smells and look
I'm disgusted
I don't touch it
But I have to
yet I feel sorry for it
For when it weeps there's no one
But me who's left
To let it heal...

When they go to it
I feel funny
They say it is always tense and it is always acting strange
It can't help it..
We are enemies and sometimes the bestest of friends
Why must you torture me dear vagina between my legs....