Shifting roles

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I felt the words burning through my head,

As you left me there to be dead,

You wanted nothing else than to see me hurt,

I fell down to the ground and cried into my skirt.


I wanted you gone, but you wanted to see,

How easy it was to truly hurt me,

'Cause you felt your blood boiling as you smiled to the ground,

You told me I better not make a sound.


I followed your words, as I wanted to heal,

But really I knew you wanted me to squeal,

You wanted me gone,

You wanted me dead,

But I realized I was stronger than you had read.



So I got up,

I tried again,

I said to your face;

"Don't you dear push me down again".

You laughed at my face as you took a step closer,

But I lifted my shield and now I was  the bulldozer.

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