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Now new things imprison me,

But the questions stop me

Like with every other thing I do

But I restrain myself

Because I don’t want to do something out of character,

Or at least what’s not expected of me

If only they knew how much in character that is

But what if it doesn’t work?



I still dwell in the scarred aftermath

Of remembering when I was first noticed

At the point of my most insecurity

But he left me because I wasn’t a whore

Like that was what he wanted.



And after trying to get over that

I had a new enemy: The one person

That should have been protecting me

But whose views are biased and skewed

That I couldn’t trust her reasoning.



So I began limiting my interaction with the world

Minus the company of those I deem worst off than me

But only if their pain is self-inflicted

But then I shut out the wrong people.

Now I’ve lost confidence in everyone I ever trusted

So where do I turn?

Another confidant will run away like all the rest.

God is my back-up plan for when

There is no where else to turn.