You ask again for words that will explain
What made me who I am,
But I can’t find them,
And you wouldn’t want to hear them anyway.
To what end would your knowledge be?
For what purpose
Do you need to be told
In clearer terms
That I had my life ripped out of me
By the same man who gave it?
That I am a shell of a person,
Living a life I never asked for,
And don’t want.
What good would that be?
Can you find a way to fix wounds,
To take back scars?
You ask again for words that will explain,
How I came to be so
*Arrogant
Manipulative
Repulsive*
And I have no reply -
My armour is too strong for even I to break.
If I were to look through the visor,
I think that I might find
A scarred and blackened girl,
Sure that she is dead,
For her cage could only be hell.
And again you ask for words.
And again I have none.
How can I articulate the way I’ve been
Hollowed out,
Except to say that
There is nothing worth knowing here.
Jan 2, 2014
Jan 2, 2014 at 7:46 PM UTC
You ask again for words that will explain
What made me who I am,
But I can’t find them,
And you wouldn’t want to hear them anyway.
To what end would your knowledge be?
For what purpose
Do you need to be told
In clearer terms
That I had my life ripped out of me
By the same man who gave it?
That I am a shell of a person,
Living a life I never asked for,
And don’t want.
What good would that be?
Can you find a way to fix wounds,
To take back scars?
You ask again for words that will explain,
How I came to be so
*Arrogant
Manipulative
Repulsive*
And I have no reply -
My armour is too strong for even I to break.
If I were to look through the visor,
I think that I might find
A scarred and blackened girl,
Sure that she is dead,
For her cage could only be hell.
And again you ask for words.
And again I have none.
How can I articulate the way I’ve been
Hollowed out,
Except to say that
There is nothing worth knowing here.
This is not part of my challenge.
