I know I am supposed to hate you.
I know I am supposed to fight you.
But without you I am lost.
Without you I am nothing.
Don't get me wrong, I did hate you.
And don't forget, I did fight you.
But I gave up.
And it felt so good
To surrender myself,
To let you take control.
I don't care what they say,
Or what I say.
I am better with you.
I am prettier with you.
I am happier with you.
So I might as well change my name to Ana
Because I have become you.
YOU ARE READING
A Story Told, But Never Really Heard
PoetryThis is me. With no boundaries I reveal myself and hopefully save myself. I'm not sure whether I am writing this for you, or for me, but I hope it makes an impact none the less.
