She always thought she was different
From everyone, with all their shit
Different, different, doesn't always cut it

A whirlwind
Of feelings and non-feelings and fears
Falling over these same stumbling-blocks
She thought he had taken them with him
Maybe the new one had brought them back.

Assorted bruises on her leg
One for each of them
So they all had their mark
She fell more when it was dark
And they blocked out the light.
And they took all her fight.
So she melted into them
Trying not to pretend
That it was any different.

But oh yes, he said it was.

Looking back, and reading pain
Mistakenly thinking this time was the same
Just how she pushed them all away

A story for another day?
Maybe, because he was tired,
And left her to sleep
Some hormonal version of her was left to weep
And feel alone.

Her lips on his, and his, and his
Each day brings another feeling
And another way to deal with it
Who knew which one was right?

Poor little confused girl
Taking pity on herself
Or chasing pain to make her feel alive
She would close her eyes while she would drive
And just hope that she would be alright
Night after night after night