Words burn but so does starlight

You scolded me

with your acidic

tongue;

hurtful words

that forever stung,

and I took that,

put it in a jar,

to reuse on me,

to burn away

my identity.

Now I'm unknown,

left to roam.

Perhaps I'll start over;

carry new burdens

upon my shoulders,

and no longer count

my scars;

be one with

the stars.