Why Am I Your Trophy?

Why am I a trophy,

An object of possession,

The artifact with no name,

your sweet cunning words,

Made me realize now,

It was all just a game,

And I am that trophy in your greasy hands,

My beauty does not show,

My luster fades and you hide me,

Soon to be replaced anyway,

Why am I the trophy,

That is fought over,

For only one purpose,

to see who is more dominant,

Because of the Handler of the trophy,

I'm your get away plan,

Why did you take advantage of me,

Why am I truly worth nothing to you,

Why did you lie to me,

Why, o, why,

Did you let my luster die,