She seems unaware of my very existence, however. Thus, I continue to live in my undeserved solitary confinement. I would like nothing more than to break free of the cords that hold me in this Hell, to the ties that bind me to my misery. But, sadly, when I take my hands and push them against the internal walls of my jail, they only contract, tightening further. There is no escape.
Some people say that everyone is put on the Earth for a reason.
To accomplish certain goals or realize certain truths. I am nameless, faceless, and voiceless, but I do not a lack a soul. My truth is hideous, beyond comprehension and imagination. I learned my truth one day when my mother went to a physician, complaining of abdominal pain. She suspected ovarian or cervical cancer.