Stoned

Cast about, like the sails of a maelstrom,
Thoughtlessly crucified,
Why am I here?
Stoned by a mob, dragged about like a pine tree,
Did I bring myself here, or do I deserve such punishment?
No wound so deep, no wound so red with memories of a lie,
This is what it feels like, when you afflict yourself with the doubt of acceptance;
When you are perfect just the way you are!