Fingerprints

As a child I was severly bullied. Some people are fighters and some people are lovers. This is me reaching out to my fighter, regretting that I didn't fight back.

Your fingerprints are still pressed in my skin
The smile that wasn't so sweet fills my memory
with humiliating recollections
What I never gained in strength
I was forced to make up for with sarcasitic whim
The blame I once gave you is now my own child-like demon
She follows me with the same intent you once bestowed
Years later I am a Peter Pan in my own right,
stunted, like a weed that was never meant to grow
And even though you did not turn out to be a sweet blossom
Rather so a stump rooted in the same mind set
I can not overcome how dry my well has receeded
or how fresh your vines grew within me
From the moment we met, I swear I regreted every breath
The tears I shed have been petrified and frozen
No amount of pain killers will ever cure the fright
that is buried deep in my vengful abyss
Though, we are miles apart, you will always be at hairs' length
My ebony shadow is your ominous silhouette
Ever so unconsciously are my visions blurred of other woman standing in your stead, standing in your postion
All the while you have no clue that the body
you possess is the hunter to my doe, but
One day I'll sprout horns and kill you off myself
No longer will your hate agonize or fingerprint my soul.