I Am Expressive

I could write my story before I go
I guess
But why bother.
I talk less.
Write less.
Trust no one anymore.
When he comes
I take the blame
And no one understands.
Im not him.
Im just a sad shy girl stuck in time.
And he fights..
To get me out.
To stop her from crying
And people hate when you wont let them hurt you anymore.
Same echoes all my life.
Youre bad.
From birth.
The succubus didn't baptize me because she knew.
She was going to push me...
I didn't fight
But he will.