I’m the person that I abhor more than anything; I’m disguised by myself, of who I am. I went back to once again become no one, nothing. I let them touch me, my body, my shell. I let them look down at me because I’m a woman, they are men, it’s me, they are a part of my family and they can do what they want. It’s n unwritten rule. No one will stop the other, at least no one of they who are there. So I go back, become a shadow and hating myself even more and I’m not worth more then the ground I walk on. I have to let them touch me, let them do what they want. And all the time I were a smile and thank them for making me feel sick because I am who I am.

I’m a prisoner, a prisoner without a chain around my leg, but I still can’t go anywhere. I can’t escape from it, from them. They are who they are and I’m bounded to them with a band stronger than anything. I can’t brake loose, not by my own... Not yet