I was 10 when they first found me,
Locked inside my own insecurities,
It was bound to end badly.

Threats and promises,
Led an angered kid,
To enter a world,
That was far from the right fit.

Blood, Fists and gory,
She wasn’t looking for glory,
Anarchy,
A way,
To self-inflict,
But elude the blame.

Red eyes,
Blood spilling,
Fists swelling,
Voices yelling,
But satisfaction,
It did not bring.

Broken:
Bones,
Heart,
Soul,
This world she now
Began to abhor.

Distanced herself,
More and more,
But in a family like this,
Well you never really could quit,

Hunted; I became,
I was their new game,
In their eyes I was wrong,
And even though I was strong,
They found me,
Took me,
In the worst ways,

Lost were those close to me,
Because of my choices,
And So I appointed,
Guilt,
And shame,
To my name.

A creature I’d hold,
Responsible for this painful load,

me.