I am born
and "it" is born with me
making me shiver on the warm summer day
pressing me to its bosom
while I cried...
I am an adolescent now
"it" clings to me like a second skin
I'm unable to escape it...
I grow up
"it" has grown too
it's no longer a part of me
it is me
my skin, my blood, my soul
Like a monster living inside me
gnawing at my being
ripping my soul, feeding on me
I die
just another woman in another town
it merely embraces another
We are born, we grow up and die
but the hatred lives on...
