Peel me open. Dress me bare.

Don’t I deserve....unconditional love?

But conditional hate sticks to me for dear life.

Draining me of what little I possess.

Am I so divided, that not even I can understand me?

I don’t ask much, as silence...weighs me down.

Being the catalyst of my non-verbal scream that I try to eradicate from my lungs.

But my chest continuously holds me back in fear that I will make a sound.

So quietly I gasp. Quiet nothings to a non-existent soul that fights a voice that is afraid of words.

Don’t I deserve...unconditional love?

But conditional hate sticks to me for dear life.

How many will there be?

Fifteen? Twenty? A hundred?

Don’t we deserve.....?

What do I deserve?

For all that I’ve suffered.

What do I deserve?

For all that festers my skin as you drain me to nothing.

We carry the burden of your flaws.

Of your deformity.

Of your abhorrent need to pretend that it’s nothing much to worry yourself about.

Do I worry?

No.

My only guilt is that I stay silent.

So that, fifteen, twenty, a hundred more can live with the taint of your scorn.

Don’t we deserve....?

There’s nothing here.

Just a girl with no voice that isn’t afraid of words.

Next Chapter: The Ant Hill