Anonymously Me
Touch me but I feel used.
Abused.
I’m often confused.
I act amused, but it’s a ruse.
If the past stays in the past.
Why am I still running so fast.
And why do I always finish last.
Suffering the aftermath.
No matter who received who’s wrath.
I'm guilt ridden.
No matter who was the victim.
It’s a sin.
All that shouldn’t have been.
I’m sorry for what I’ve done.
And for what I haven’t too.
For what I allowed.
And for who hurt who.
Innocence was stripped from me.
I forgot who to be.
I let what happen happen to me.
Is friendship ever really free?
I thought one time.
It’d be genuine.
Should’ve recognized the signs.
But it’s fine.
It was my fault.
One more time, I should have said stop.
I should have stood up.
Instead I gave up.
In the end, it had just begun.
Cause now I trust no-one.
Even if you are the one.
I’m done.
And I won’t cry.
My emotions were buried along with my pride.
Tears dried.
I’m dead inside.
In silence there is no peace.
My mind speaks.
And then it screams.
Don’t touch me.
I tried to be subtle.
Lovable.
It got me in trouble.
So now I’m untouchable.
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