At Stake

Undress my imagination
Don't expect me to disengage
I'm not ready to empty myself
Like vomiting into a toilet
I may be a shrinking violet
But not because I don't spew myself
Words may not come easy
Sometimes they come easy
When you just speak
To hear yourself speak
A few words is all it takes
I can tell the real from the fakes
Shut up for f*ck's sakes!
How much can one woman take?
When I have had enough I could break
What is worthwhile
Is always at stake
The more you need
The more they take
They'll hang you out to dry
On the end of a rake
After dragging you through the mud