Pisaries Creator

I will not end up like you. 
No way will I let this happen.
Not now, not ever, not in any form.

I have many reminders of the pain.
The images can blur together.

You weren't there?
Are you sure? 

Trust me.
I wasn't there.
I wish I had been where you were.

I didn't taste the local food.
My lips ate dry food.
The same today as it was back then.

How funny time can change little?
Am I right?

That look in your eye.
All disapproving of what I had done.
The deep shame inside of me.

I don't wish to be there ever again.

No amount of forgetting will help.
I will always remember.
The pain that came from far away.

It has never left me.

I will never let you through the door.
It's closed forever.
You will try to break it down.

Won't you?

It's in your nature.
I will not drink your poison.
Not this time and not like this.