"You talk about me as if I were another girl.

My story shifted and slaughtered so much I can barely recognize my own face.
As if I were only spun into existence as you the teller created me.
Gossiped over stitching needles, then commandered by ironic men to instruct morals into frivolous lives.
I will give you fragments of this tale, woven from all that is left of memory, because the tale you tell isn't not mine anymore.
It never was."