i wanted to beas close to you,but i wasn’tas pure as bloodstained glass:wrestling shameon bended knees,i close my eyes,and you’re…
The first time I was humiliatedI told no oneuntil I learnedthe shame wasn’t mine to carrythen I found my voiceno one has humiliated…
i losemy sixthsense of prideevery time youcome around…but it doesn’t hurt,not even for amoment, becauseyou always lovethe humiliation
Shame shoves bone deep wounding miniscule flaws, squelched emotions disappear, invisible voices whisper and pause…
No honour?
there’s no shame,
no way to spell or understand
opprobrium,
no humiliation.
A stranger to yourself eclipsed by shady shame,voice unheard, unable,to stake a blurred…