Do I?

I cannot say specific words because they are
forbidden;
To you, I suppose, therefore I obey, for it pleases me
to please you.

You lock me away from going certain distances and I am
forever confined within spaces that stretch only
to where you are;
But it doesn't seem so hard because seeing you is
all I want to live with.

I am to
dress,talk,look
the way you want me to;
They say "Why does he do this?"
And I say, "Because he cares." as if I am
sure, but do you?

I am pretty much alright with your
infinite requests to make me yours, your
orders,rules,promises
until you become the hypocrite and spit
forbidden words
in my face,
and
treat me like nothing but hate,

do I make you feel good?