Invisible Scars

My emotions have been ripped from my lifeless form that I so calmly call my body. Every ounce of pain I have endured has left me feeling empty and used. The hands of those who have touched me and caressed me wander. Those hands in which I never asked for. 

The hands that so painstakingly ripped every brick of light that once shined. The hands in which I begged to stop, to show me mercy. The hands which I will pay for by others for the rest of my life. The person attached to those hands who is yet to allow me to sleep at night without reliving every burning memory of that night. 

That night that changed me forever. That made me learn the true intentions of others, that night that forced me to keep myself guarded for the future. With my reputation ruined, there are no choices left then to live up to the reputation that others gave me so easily. 

The reputation in which no one asked why I was given it. There are two sides to every story, mine was blatantly ignored. Forcing me to lose faith in myself, leading me to believe I was the problem. With me now believing, I am the problem. The person I have became is the problem, all for the reason that no one listened to me. No one heard me. No one hears me.