Perform
Let me peel my skin off, Just to make you happy
You’re asking for all of me, but I can’t keep giving
There’s barely anything left that’s worth it
I will work till madness, yet it’s not good enough
Your favorite show horse made to perform
But the moment I’m lame, you’ll throw me away
Something has to break eventually
We both know it’ll be me
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Beautiful– I especially love “Let me peel my skin off.” Your piece exudes the suffering “you” feel very well.
I love your line about being a show horse, it adds to the impact of your poem!