I've known myself my whole life.
I know what I like and why.
I know my favorite color and how to use it.
I know what to wear and when.
I know what to say, most times, and how to apply it.
I believe it's safe to say I know the basics of my own self.
But my belief in my own basics vanished when you said my name like it was a curse word.
You picked at my seams enough to make me question my quality of life.
You rallied your troops and fed them lies. And when they fell at my feet just to trip me you enjoyed my downfall.
Watching me face down on the ground made you feel complete, and you walked away.
Little did I know I had troops of my own standing by civilly to help me stand up, and sew me back together.
As soon as my allies had helped me become whole you came back, sad, that I hadn't thanked you for bringing me down with your own self destruction.
You were mad at me for creating my own army and putting myself back together. Instead of tearing me apart yourself, this time you simply said a few cruel words, and walked away, knowing that I would destroy myself over them.
No longer questioning my basics but questioning my own self worth.
