It was on their clothes

In the buzzing noise they made as they gathered together

In the words they spoke

In the ambitions they had.

It was everywhere.

I wondered where my ownership was as I stared down at my clothes

Bands I knew and loved shouting lyrics I dreamed about

Yet we were not the same

Me sitting her writing this

Them screaming and yelling about others affairs.

Where did the beautiful chaos begin and when did it end.

I was far from sure, but the lack of knowing only brought a smile to my face.

As long as I was awake

I would find my answer 

I may be branded, but I wasn't owned.