We’re reliving the same old traumas, Just giving them a new coat of paint. Presenting the same dramatic play, Just giving it a new name, New actors and a new stage. Running through a maze on the dark Like rats searching for the last piece of cheese. Now lost in the labyrinth, the illusion of life, In all of our confusion, we lash out with open claws Leaving everyone we meet Bleeding and raw. And the open wounds only serve to attract More blood thirsty creatures Ready to exact their revenge, For simply being a mirror for their own self loathing. The scars on my body itched like fire When I met you, I just didn’t know why at the time Because I was blinded by the need To be wanted by anyone at all. But I will stop accepting Shame that does not belong to me Even when handed to me in a box Tied up with a pretty red bow And presented like a generous gift. As if I’ve come here to fix you and make you whole By eternally cutting away pieces of myself Until I’m no longer anything at all.