THE CAVE
I noticed how selfish I've become
to lure the people I trust
in the darkness within me,
not thinking about them,
but focusing only on me.
I have to stop this
before I completely become
a toxic bitch in their eyes—
even if it means keeping it all
to myself.I've been protecting two,
what more will I lose
if I protect others from my toxic self.
I already lost all of me
so from now on
I will say things they want to hear;
do things they want to see;
conceal what I truly feel—
avoiding to bring them down with me.I will live in my cave for years
because of the toxic secret I keep.
I don't want others to see I'm weak,
or vulnerable, or helpless.
This woman still wears her crown
even if it tilts or slides sometimes.
I will fix it so it will look elegant,
perfect and powerful,
but for now, I will rule in my cave
with only my consciousness and I
together.
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NIGHTMARES
PoetryA collection of self-written poetry about the writer's nightmares and trauma.