I was a child, Hated and scorned Cast to the wolves The day I was born Though I may tremble in fear

Tears fall, land, roll, plop, splat. They glitter on scars. Sniff, wipe, blow... Gross!

paint me beautiful color me with passion’s red shadow me with dark’s desire

Curled up at his feet Begging for my life again Please, Daddy please Sorry, so sorry Disregarded

I shatter into infinite pieces shards of glass skipping over pavement like rocks on a pond

she walks on air hanging from twisted strings a painted marionette dancing for her manipulator but if she falls