at times she can hear herself think almost to loud to carry those jumbles of unsettled thoughts rubbing rough inside her soul there's too much of what happened was to much for a girl alone to carry left over traumas branded into woman face to face with the alone in her head in dreams splattered with judgements the roaring of guilts doubts and fears turn into familiar replaying scenes demanding their daily tributes hazing the chaos in her self confusion victims blaming the victims doing what victims are taught to do existing in the false paradise of shame today wears yesterdays scars in her eyes looking to find that place of sweet rest running in a lifetime she doesn't understand the why's or any reasons of what happened seeing through the eyes of predator imprints out of sync with the reality of herself forgetting the reality of her inherent goodness making it difficult to recognize her innocent is the innocence that protects her goodness