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.