Thoughts like little bugs were crawling in and out of her head. She couldn't stop them.
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I will never succumb to your whims.
I would rather die,
alone in dread and despair
than become the monster you meant me to be.
For I am the flame that does not flicker,
your greatest guilt,
your blackest sin.
Do you know what it's like
to have others like you and know there is
no one like you?
Do you, could you, truly comprehend
being an encased animal amongst animals
all vying for - what?
The caged creature does not know.
I look around me for some clue,
some semblance of practicality
no matter how evil.
But there is (only) the void of solitude,
the emptiness of the certainty
that I will become everything you wanted and more.
I know nothing, understand nothing
except pain and voracity.
I see... nothing.
But I am not nothing.
I will fight, I will struggle,
and I will look back one day and say
I was brave, I resisted,
I set myself on fire.