Rip

You came in and over time took control. You made your little comments, not all at once. Slowly I beleived that I am the problem and began thinking maybe your right. I am a strong person, why now am I questioning that which I think I know.

Break away again, like every time. You promise me the world, yourself to change. I hope so much that maybe, just maybe you will try. Short time passes, hope creeps in, then in an instant, once again the fault is mine.

Broken down a little more each day, never worthy, never good enough. You have played the part well, no one would believe me. You need me, you want me I am the one with the issues. I try and I try, shrink who I am to fit everything you say.

I know in the places I have hidden. This is not right, this is not love. There is so much more for me out there, away from your vile encroachment on my sanity. I have an ember, just a spark of the real me left, that you will never snuff, and I know. There is someone who can illuminate my darkness, accept me for all I am and in me beleive in.