Do You Own Me?

When I was a child,
And small nonetheless,
The things you would say,
My body you would caress.
As I looked at you,
And you looked at me,
The fear in my eyes
you could see.

And the words escaped my mouth,
As I pleaded,
and begged
for it to end.

But my words didn't matter,
Because you didn't need consent.

As you became bored of me,
The tears fell.
My mind left dead.
"I'm sorry" were the words you said.