Cursed Man.

Damn you. You cursed man. You were supposed to be like a father. But now because of you, fear all who could possibly love me. Now because of you I fear the physical contact I so desperately need. Because of you, when one calls me "beautiful", it scares me. Because that was the word you so often called me. Because of you, my body disgusts me. Because of you, I can no longer have a man stand behind me. Not without the fear in the back of my mind you put there. I wish so desperately I never met you. You taught me so much. You're the reason I know anything about a machine. I found my love for gears because of you. You taught me how to use a gun. You taught me how to shoot something. In my opinion, putting a gun in my hands was a mistake. Because if you so much as lay a hand on the ones I love. So help me Lord, I'll be standing over your body. But for the promise I made many years ago, I hope it never comes to that.