House of the agressor

I'm addicted.
The past is a wound
That I keep opening
For the perfect fix.
Looking back on the pain
Of this child
That broke her bones
Just to fit in the
House of the aggresor,
I smile.

Unaware
She created
The fighter
That I became.
Both the leader
And the follower
Of my own rebellion.

This is my battleground.
This is my home.
Broken shards
Of broken parts
Cutting in my flesh.
And I'm addicted
To fighting.