I wash, scrub, polish, I hide

Necessity, not want, to subside

The wounds, I have lost count

Of them. Deepening, corroding

Not just me, but all mine.

And what was mine? Not much

All there was, was and not is.

What slipped away? Not a hunch

Where I am slipping, falling

Endless. Should I cry? Laugh? What?

So many questions. Who will answer?

Incoherence caps self-pity, distraught

Me. I cannot even see myself proper.

No dreams, just sleepless haunt

Of the same face, I want to run.

Watch them and look at me. Different.

It had to be me again. The name

Does not leave my lips, succinct

Moments, memories mummify me.

See how willingly I submit…I do.

Do I have a choice? Not one.

Can I call my own? I wish…I do.

Is there anyone? Someone?

No, keep off. I am good alone.

I am for me, for my own.