Bad Hygiene

Trapped in a body,
one that doesn't belong to me.
Covered in filth.

My skin a suit,
stretching and pulling,
but never removing.

A body that feels unfamiliar,
covered in grime,
making me sick.

Losing my identity,
wasn't easy,
but it was easy for you,
pretending like you never knew.
 

Knew that I said no,
that I had no escape,
everywhere your hands touched,
I'll never feel clean.

"Body snatcher",
that's what they should call you.
You snatched what wasn't for the taking,
and once you took it,
it no longer felt like mine.
 

Forever I'll wonder my self worth,
like what happened,
was because of my actions.
One day I hope to be free.

Free from this ever reoccuring questioning,
this ever looming bad hygeine.
I'll forgive myself, 
But I'll never forgive you.