Pisaries Creator

How honest do you want me to be? 
Regarding how you treat me.
I imagine not very truthful. 
And not because you couldn't handle it.
But because of your reaction.

Many times, when I was honest,
you did not let me finish.
You screamed to shut my mouth.
I didn't think you could be so rude.
You showed what was beyond the surface.
Hitting me in vulnerable places.

How much was the lie full of hatred?
The way I appeared to you.
Calling me an ugly whore.
I didn't deserve those words.
You always thought of me as a monster.
To be caught in a rusty beaver trap.

How long should I be in this position? 
Uncomfortable with my hands outstretched.
My palms open for you to slap.
I beg for you to feed me something else.
But you will give me nothing sustaining.