I want to be more than this.
The girl everyone sees.
The slut behind closed doors.
Caged in, like an animal,
Yet they watch me, meticulously,
When I no longer wish to be watched.
They turn away when I want to be seen.
See me now, for I am more than that girl behind these bars.
See me now for deep within,
I am someone,
About to begin,
The long journey to find a home,
And to find my soul lost in this abyss.
Memories, I will not miss.
Friends which I could do without,
If only I could stop long enough
To not doubt,
That I have people somewhere, who care for me,
As much as I care to survive.
When I am finally let free, I know I will just fall into another trap, caught in the hook of a fishing line, reeling me into destiny. Unhook me, throw me in, before I forget how to swim. |