I drifted into clay:
I wanted to be loved.
It was too late-They molded hypocrisy (about me).
I shed tears to breathe:
I wanted to leave.
They screamed indignity (about me).
I exiled in a coffin:
Over consumed and abused (myself).
They invented mockery (about me).
I collected possessions:
Putting together pieces (of myself).
They crafted slander (about me).
I tortured my soul:
Refused forgiving (of myself).
They fabricated impurity (about me).
I punished every part:
Fed vengeful anger (to myself).
They masterminded humiliation (of me).
I left it all:
The sadness, the horror (in me).
I left them.
They devised that as the worst crime (about me).
I, you, they, me, them:
I wanted to be loved.
I wish I knew how to love (myself).
I wish I wasn’t utterly afraid to
Hug myself.
I wish to un-do
The injustice I did to myself.
I wish I knew to mold self- love,
Is to piece together
The highest
Form
Of
Self- regard.
~Maryum~