Invasion
It is not fair. I did not consent to this. I did not say no, but I was not conscious either. I was silent, unmoving, unyielding— and you came and shaped me, molding me into what you thought I should be, invading the core of my being.
What was my crime? I did nothing to you. My only crime is being born here, in this place. I didn’t choose this—this toxic space. I didn’t choose you. I would never choose you.
You dirt. You filth. You smeared your residue on me. You touched me with your infectious remains. Now I can smell you everywhere, taste you in my mind, see your moldy colors when I close my eyes.
You’ve taken so much— so many lives, destinies, talents, and ambitions. Many have lost their minds to you. Literallyyyyy, you bitch.
I see souls every day, everywhere, roaming aimlessly after you took everything from them. I hate you. And I refuse to let you win. I won’t drown in this abyss. I will claw my way out if I have to.
You will not have me. I am not yours to keep.