By Maria Okumura
They claw and fester and boil,
I scratch my arms endlessly,
but the red lines do nothing to cure my pains.
I've cried a thousand tears,
drown away all my joyous days
and given into the delirious chains.
You came to me like a hurricane,
the perfect storm,
You destroyed my every wish
I no longer enjoy a simple trip to the store,
soon the hyena's stare
and the lions pounce.
I tried to buy a drink
but was called names i dare not repeat
until I had to run back to my little hole.
I am now truly alone
and no one cares anymore.
Once I could go to the store and be left alone,
buy a drink and not be called names,
have an actual life.
Once I let you into my life,
We were happy,
it was the calm before the storm.
Once things didn't work out,
you told stories,
shared things I confided in you.
Now I'm the bait,
the one left behind.
I no longer have the right to Privacy.
Thanks for stealing it, Asshole.