Shhh.. I am a secret, my existence is only to be said when others feel it needs to be. I am to sit in silence until spoken to. My only importance is pleasure and happiness for everyone, anyone but myself. I am to fade to black when I am not being used. However, my demeanor should be one of person who has everything a woman can ever ask for. I should act as though I walk on air, that is; when I am acknowledged. Truth is I am used, I feel sad, I feel rotten, I want out, but where do I go? what do I do? I am a secret, shhh... back to black it go.
