I have been put in a straight coat by the wolves. I have been spoon fed insanity and served drama on a silver platter.
I have been punched with anger and stabbed with betrayal by those who were once close to me.
I have been slapped with jealousy, scratched with hate, burned with pain, bruised with secrets, and my life has been taken by words.
My knees have been knocked out with a club of hopelessness.
My head has been bashed in with a hammer of loneliness and I have been sold to the Gypsies.
My life is an open book published by some spectator, but here I stand.