Poems of a freak

[Anshhi]

// Wind to your fire //

I was made
to nurture your ego with my bleeding wounds,
to have my unruly stitches ripped off
over and over again.

I was made
to have my worth
held out in my tiny hands
and crushed under your graceful feet.

I was made
to have my vocal cords
burn from the acid that you
sweetly filled my cup with.

I was made
to be the hero in my story
but ended up as
the villain in ours.

~freakstreak~