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Experienced well in pain,

of every known form,

For me this is nothing,

just seemingly, my 'norm'.

My heart is a punching bag,

so battered and bruised.

Neglected, discarded,

tossed aside...and used.

Why am I an easy target,

of other people's abuse?

Am I marked for my life,

Is my hoping, of no use?

I open myself up and take,

these constant, hurtful attacks.

But then they are always shocked,

when finally, I fight back.

Why am I so vulnerable,

and not worthy of affection?

Why am I the hapless victim, 

of this hurt and rejection?

I should know so much better,

been through it, many times before.

I'm my own worst, foolish enemy,

sticking around life, for yet more.