Sick Seed

I am done with your sickness being a part of me. 

You did unfathomable things to me and proceeded to continue with my sister. 

Your seed of shame is taking it's toll on my sanity. 

I am finding it even difficult to look at people in the eye because of my shame; the shame you placed on me. 

I am done with it! You don't own me!
Why are you still part of me?