I've been beat down.
Dragged through the dirt.
Whipped and called names.
Hung around in shame.
Colossal failures weigh me down.
The clown that cries then tells a joke.
Pushing it all down inside.
Only have so many masks.
I've been the fool, the scholar,
the shape-shifter, the mother,
the scorned, haunted child.
You've broken every piece in me.
Smashed up against the wall.
Don't whisper because
it will be heard as a scream.
Don't give them what they want.
Who am I again?
How am I supposed to keep up
when I constantly contort myself?
To fit inside the Russian dolls.
Eventually there's just one left.