I’ve been branded…again
A scarlet letter
A harlot
A whore
There’s red in my ledger…again
It was there; years ago
I had scrubbed it out
Scraped the skin off my hands doing so
But ‘they‘ had different plans for me
They?
FATES!
They’ve been infamous for quite a while
They possess this potent ability to spit in my face
So it’s happening again
“There she goes”
“Look at her”
“Pathetic whore”
I did nothing, you know
Just went on living every day as it came.
Now I must face it again
The shame
The names
The hate
It is written.
Solipsism And Me 