I’m on seventh heaven because another poem got published! Head on over to Blood Into Ink and show it some love. Also, check out other works on there too, they’re brave, undaunted, warrior voices of survival. Each and every one of them.
I wonder when I started to see
Myself as the faults that resided in me.
When did I start feeling I
Lived to be of use to you.
My thoughts, desires, habits and views
Were obliterated with every complaining venom you spewed.
Seconds, minutes, hours and days
I spent devising ways and means
To make you happy and to make you smile
While I kept coming apart at the seams.
I saw not what I wanted to see
I thought not what I wanted to think
I did not what I wanted to do.
And yet, it was to no avail
Since you were always ready to bail
One foot outside the door you’d kept
Just in case I faltered and proved to be inept.
I looked in the mirror and took me in
You couldn’t tell me apart from a storefront mannequin.
Yet, by the time you left I…
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