Wednesday, April 15, 2015

Who am I?

Who am I?
I am some one wounded by your words,
your actions, your lies.
I am some one strangled by your ever controlling ties.
I am beginning to see
the damage done to me.
Breaking free from the prison
you tried to build around me.
I am not fucked up, screwed up,
messed up,
as you choose to say.
I am getting stronger
putting distance between us
each and every day.
Getting wiser,
bolder, stronger,
healing, older.
The wasted dreams
wasted years
washed away
with cleansing tears.
Who am I,  you ask?
You may never know
may never see.
Because you
hold on to that
thing you
wanted me to be.

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