All i have ever known is the fight and struggle, never had it easy. Fighting to have something to call my own and struggling to keep whats mine, but always losing in the end.
Battered, bruised, scarred and broken i have been.
i'm just a shadow of what i once was,
like a foster child searched for a home I've been tossed from house to house, used but never wanted.
It is me they wish for but not me they really want.
I am nothing but muscle tissue yet like glass I've been broken.
Been stolen but only to be used and discarded
Even though i was a facade i still played the part of the person they envisioned, distant, uncaring and arcane. But it was never enough... Even after dropping my wall, cutting myself open and wearing my heart on my sleeve i still was never enough.
I remember the words "i love you"
How i believed and respected those words.
Now i only say them out of curtsy, with a smile as false as the bleak emotions behind them.
Now i'm unwanted for becoming the person they molded me into and hated for my incapacity to care... I unknowingly inflict pain in my search to feel something