The more I think about it,
the more I can't get you out of my head.
Every day and every night,
I see your face, I hear your voice,
as I once memorised every word you said.
You tired to clip my wings,
and you cleverly left no mark behind,
but inside my scares are always on display.
I remember the hunger pains and thirst,
as you locked me away for hours,
and all I could hear was the ticking of the clock.
I thought I understood how you worked,
until you would take all your rules away
and leave me with a false sense of freedom.
And the more I think about it,
the more I remember,
and the more I remember,
the more I want to forget.
Anger builds inside of me,
knowing that you left no mark behind,
yet scarred my heart forever.