Attention whore,
Flashing lights and sirens announce your arrival,
Wherever you go,
Drawing every eye.

Under their voices women utter,
"Slut,"
Whilst men try in vain to hide,
Rapidly tenting erections.

Your scantily clad body,
A few strips of material here,
Some glitter there,
Plenty of flesh at every angle.

Your body sways and your hips rock hypnotically,
Grinding into men,
Feeling them thick and hard
Against your rear.

Sometimes one of them gets lucky,
Your thong gets pushed aside,
He enters you thick and fast,
And the crowd senses and watches.

Your public displays draw the heat,
And sometimes you have to play them in the sheets,
Your record magically clean,
Your lewd and crude public acts seemingly non-existent.

People don't see the real you though, do they?
Not even that entourage who you trail around,
They too see what you want them to see,
Some hot piece of ass that goes all over town.

Only you get to look and see the cracks when you look in the mirror,
Where is she now?
The girl that was filled with innocence and joy,
Happiness that flew away.

Your young hands used to explore your body,
Not knowing what it was you were feeling,
If what you were doing was right or sin,
The Christian part of you stolen away.

Who was it that took your virginity away?
Because it didn't feel like you had anticipated it to,
And now every time you hope to fill the void,
By being with the wrong one at the time.

But you can't pack that crack,
With kissing girls,
Fucking on car bonnets
And drunken sex.

But will you lose who you are now,
In favour of who you might have been before,
Or would that too be a lie now?
Only you can choose.

So,
Attention whore,
Sexy slut,
Who are you?

The girl who lets hands stroke across your naked body,
Unsheathed cocks penetrate you,
Who doesn't remember a moment of being alone,
But is the loneliest of all - or are you happy?