Should I cry now, is it what's expected for people like me?

Then you didn't know how it felt standing under clenched hands demanding you to stop whimpering.

I don't want you to look at me like that,I stopped feeling anything a long time ago about it, what does it matter?

I refused to be a victim once I understood I was never someone's little girl, I was the lie used as a reason to stick it out to a little girl who didnt know how to run.

I was born a ghost who couldn't recall feeling anything but ambivalence at the chaos that played...