I am an open book
Flip the pages
And one drinks
The acid of my existence
Since I was brought into this place.
I will not call it earth
Because that term is endeared and loved…
While this place…
It is revered and hated
For it spilled my secrets
And left my heart ajar
… for anyone to come in and listen.
Where is anything mine?
What do I have left
That I can call my own

My thoughts?
Given away.

My Love?
Wasted.

My tears?
Revealed.

Who will give back
What I’ve lost…
…To this fire and brimstone?
Bitterness bites at my skin
And I drift away from everyone
That I cherished
And everything
That was dear to me.
What else have I
After I’ve lost it all
My secrets, my happiness
Myself
 
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