Don't touch me. 

For I am not yours to touch.

Don't call my name. 

For I never learned yours. 

Don't hold me.

For your hands don't fit me,

Like my father's shirt on the little girl I used to be.

Don't tell me I agreed.

For my 'no' to you meant 'convince me'.

 

Choking.

Hurting.

Fearing.

Enduring.

Lying.

 

Lying.

"I'm fine",

"I liked it",

"I'm not gonna regret it if you stop now."

 

Lying.

Back against the mattress.

Skin against the cold tiles.

Watching from a bird's eye view as you stripped me.

Of my clothes.

My dignity.

My personality.

My dreams.

My hopes.

My future.

My confidence.

 

And now you've left your mark.

I am forever tainted by your dark.

You don't see your crimes.

But now it's the darkest of times.

I must now live with your sins, 

Like all who came before me since the beginnings.

'Cause there was a 'me' before you. 

But even from this view, 

It's clear that she's forever blue.

 

Thanks to you, 

I am but an old bird in a small cage.

Glaring.

Frowning.

Grimacing.

At the blue skies.

At the free birds.

Knowing the cage is  not something I can overcome.

I merely scowl as I repeat the suffering I was born from.

 

-LénaCs