Disease v2

Tanned skin rubs off after a bath.
I remember when I first learned this.
I Worried I had an incurable disease
and began instantly suffering it alone
to save mother's heart from breaking.
It was a disease, just like being tied up
and my fear of confined spaces.
I would invent childhood games.
Let's play pirate. Lets play cops.
I guess I will let you be the pirate.
You be the cop. Tie me up.
Throw a net around me,
Tie my hands around my back
Threaten to peel my skin off
Force me to do things I don't want to do.
It is what I want to do. We were 5 or 9.
These games always went too far.
And my innocent, unknowing cohorts
would get in trouble for torturing me
and I would feel ashamed that I had
misled them thus for my own lusty pleasure.