It disgusts me to remember the times when my body was stained, as if it was painted by other colors.

I wished they would get away from me... I didn't like their words, their hands hit my mind, I felt a pain that was not mutual.

My tears were silent, my words inaudible, becoming part of the air that was poisoned with what was foreign.

My eyes rolled back, my current mind thinking with fear and harshness about the cruelty experienced.

In that instant, I fell in love with my own accumulated pain, making it more present than my shadow.