I try to run and hide but its too late for me, you see? Everyone knows what is going on and everyone sees the scars. I need to cover to advert the stares, to silences the whispering witches and gossiping gals of the world telling what they think or heard. Here I am crawling on my knees with a red a bloody red carpet behind me determine to stay under radar. O look her comes someone to uplift me or so I thought. They cause me to bleed more and make my burdens heavier than usual. I have to get up......... I have no strength to move. I share the crown of shame of with Eve while no one is willing to share their part of blame. I bear it all......no matter.  Bragging myself towards the finishing line even while I am emotional support. I cry out for help  continuously but my cries fall on deaf ears. I still have to move. I am torn, bruised , and battered. Still no oone hears my calls for help. I  see the finishing line right before me but the closer I get to the finishing line it seems to be pushing back. I keeping moving even when I am looking my so best. Help me I cry out no one hears me or no one makes an efffort I have to rely on what I was taught and know about life. I have to keep moving ......I must keep moving even when they have ripped  me of garments. I am exposed to the world. I hurt....I hurt badly still no one hears my cries.