Anonymously Me

Touch me but I feel used. Abused. I’m often confused. I act amused, but it’s a ruse. If the past stays in the past. Why am I still running so fast. And why do I always finish last. Suffering the aftermath. No matter who received who’s wrath. I'm guilt ridden. No matter who was the victim. It’s a sin. All that shouldn’t have been. I’m sorry for what I’ve done. And for what I haven’t too. For what I allowed. And for who hurt who. Innocence was stripped from me. I forgot who to be. I let what happen happen to me. Is friendship ever really free? I thought one time. It’d be genuine. Should’ve recognized the signs. But it’s fine. It was my fault. One more time, I should have said stop. I should have stood up. Instead I gave up. In the end, it had just begun. Cause now I trust no-one. Even if you are the one. I’m done. And I won’t cry. My emotions were buried along with my pride. Tears dried. I’m dead inside. In silence there is no peace. My mind speaks. And then it screams. Don’t touch me. I tried to be subtle. Lovable. It got me in trouble. So now I’m untouchable.