Scarred

for a friend...may her mind one day be at peace

It's not what I thought it was,
not that anything ever is.
The fear of taking one step beyond
these walls,
Wasn't mine but his.

The pain experienced when trying
to pretend normalcy
And failing once again
The longing to be understood,
It wasn't mine but his.

The need for acceptance even after
my sins,
Even that was his.

The reflection of me, no longer a
person, no longer whole;
Me-before, during, after
All of that is his.
He owns who I am,
And I can't break free...