Do Not Disturb

I'm just a girl
Traumatized by nothing
Reliving, not the trauma,
But the feeling that remained.

It all just feels a part of me now,
Inescapable identity.
Without it, I don't know what's left.

Shaped by daily abuse,
Weekly torment,
And then all the death...
My personality is a bruise
And life is the hammer.

You enshrine me,
But you know nothing,
Revealing only base desire
For the image of a girl disturbed.

Murderer

You take for granted the life in front of you
And call me a murderer.
You close your eyes to atrocities
Yet I am the demon
And my life is forfeit
To your beliefs.
A woman is just a vessel
For mankind to use and fill,
Not autonomous or given free will.
How long till I am as important
As the cells bundled inside of me?