Used

You told me once,
That you might be like him,
I never took heed,
But as four months passed,
I finally realised the truth,
The honesty you presented me,
The very first time you met me,
That my presence here,
Is to be at your service,
Nothing more.......
Nothing less....
Demands I am not allowed to speak of,
But to meet yours,
I am appointed to instead,
That's how I'm feeling inside,
When you treat me like this,
Because I've told you how I felt about these days,
I just wished,
We drew the line clearer,
'Cos now I feel used.