I'm not your property

If we do not love me,
why do you hug me like I'm dedicating.
Why do I feel that you hide
inside you love me you know.
I'm not your property, I'm a woman
standing on its own two feet independent.
I'm sick of overzealous talk to men.
You only get me to cry,
you swore that you would never do something hurtful
me again. Still, you have to
violations drenched boomerang.
Which comes back to me again and again.