Punishment

Young and alone A sin if I were to be pregnant, It is my innocence to remain pristine Or become ruined by cries and whines From a fetus high on nicotine, What's my heading, what do I know Should I remain still or begin to move and go, I don't know, I carry on with a target Now attacked and cursed by hypocritical laughs, Who have I become, an invisible fire raging from within, I show a distant smile, a silly grin, I seek the wise, I find despise, I'm pushed to the edge of my demise, I cry alone, I know no words to help me console, What have I done, I swim through a storm of stones, navigate in tears eating my flesh and bone, I ask for help not a lash from heavy hand and leather belt.