i was touched in many ways,

unatural and vile ways,

nights replaced the days,

the rain that poured on my face,

was poluted and vile,

just like me,

me, whom was forced to comply,

who was touched yet again in ways,

i don't even wish to my worst enemies.

my body doesn't feel like my home,

and to my home I am but a stranger.

i don't even recognize my own reflection,

so i ware masks that resemble my past self.