I don't want to sound angry, but I have a right to be. Today is day one of not living under your roof, and I couldn't feel any better. Your watchful eyes have lifted off me, and now I'm free. I'm free from all you've put into me, enabled throughout my time.
I bit the arm that doesn't feed me. I craved your love and affection; I'd search the whole house for any trace of it. Nothing was left for me except guilt and shame.
You say I'm a narcissist, but what about everyone around you? We're all traumatized from your actions. Stuck and sick, you've made us all tip toe around you.
I am being swallowed whole by this. Why did I have to be the one to suffer? I packed my bags so quickly I didn't even notice. Crying I went to the forest, away from home. Finally, away from home.
I'm unsure of what will happen next, but I promise you that I'm done.
I will not live in your world.
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Resilient Spirit
PoetryA collection of poetry and prose crafted during a time of grief, love, and confusion. (my diary for everyone to read) Updated every week! ♡
