Branded

There's a scar on my heart,

Where a brand used to be.

It gave me direction,

A purpose in life,

And now that scar is infected

With rage, misunderstanding, and lies.

Until Nothing is clear,

And I no longer see

What my future may hold.

Because a future without that brand

Is too scary to approach...

But to receive that brand again,

Will hurt, and I fear burn,

To the very core of my existence.

And I will no longer be me

But someone's version

Of what I'm supposed to be.

So now where to turn?

To pain or uncertainty?