Object of Affection

They look upon me

An object of affection

It is not completely lost

But I should not be looked upon in such a way

The unnatural glance of a man

With no thoughts, just visions

Of what could be, what should be

Because they are themselves

And I fit the criteria at the time

I do what I do, doing whatever I do

But it makes no difference to them

For I am now in their world

A world where they are the center, the star, the hero, the victim

And only God knows the role that I play

Maybe that of the goddess or the evil temptress

Sent to seduce them and leave them high and dry

Only this when things are not going as they've planned

My plans?

To do what I do, doing whatever I do

I am not completely lost

For in my world, I play the part of the heroine

Protecting herself from being abducted into a man's fantasy