Taken

I lost myself in a place I was expected to share,
I was there with them all,
but in pieces, taken and used,
maybe even abused to a point.
I was turned over and turned out,
pushed and pushed around
and what was it anyone expected to find
or had even found
there was nothing that would truly astound.
Still they looked at me,
examined the already tried and tested,
like a project in which they felt they had fully invested
and now completely detested
for its strength alone.
It would seem they would go to any length to break it,
take it for their own.
But I lost myself in that place I was expected to share
and I shared nothing,
for it was mine
and would continue to be,
how sublime.

Taken?

Maybe not this time!