Hollow

I am too ashamed
to show you
my lack of progress
slow demise
into
selfish, selfish, selfish, selfish lies
I am nowhere now
under your shoes
under the white
blanket
sheet
nothing lacking so
indiscreet
changing hands
like the cheap used
whore I am
passed around for
a hollow angry girl
and nothing
more
and nothing more
and nothing
more