I was wrong.
I was
Mistaken.
I lived in Illusion.
I thought then,
You loved me,
For me.
But you
Did not.
You loved
Only the way
I looked.
You saw me
As a flower
To look at,
As a doll
To play with.
You looked not
Deep within
My skin.
Nor you beheld
Beyond
The color
Of my hair,
And the size
of my eyes.
You loved
Only the things
That you
Loved to see
In me.
You did not
Care about
How I feel,
Or how
I think.
You did not
Love me,
Because you
Did not know
What woman,
Love and
Beauty mean,
When you
Said that
You loved me.
And I feel
I was cheated,
Betrayed,
Mislead,
And drifted
In a river
Of illusion.