but never mind 'me'

i. Once I was an embryo,
as most begin,
surrounded, not yet crushed,
by the layers of life in the womb.

ii. Now I am a prisoner,
as most seem to be,
smothered and suffocated
by the terrifying essence of existence.

iii. Life, a kaleidoscope theatre play;
hands, no longer tranquil wings;
feet, deformed footprints;
torso, ogled and abused;
eyes, gateways to a hell no one wants to see;
heart, raped and bandaged;
soul, blank lined paper.

iv. Sometimes I wonder

v. I will always call me "me,"
but what if the name no longer suits this girl?