Every single thing that's come out of their mouths has been a lie to me.
Every little loving thing and caring gesture was fake; an act very nicely portrayed and carefully constructed to break me down to the smallest I could be so they could sink their talons into the soft, fragile cushion of my core that I have so diligently protected all my life.
And they know that,
I think that's the worst part
They know everything about me and all my fears and struggles and yet it turns out that the people I trusted the most with my anxieties and doubts used them against me to their advantage.
And after all that was said and done, I was still hung up deep down, but not allowing myself to act upon anything
And they still string me along like they have that right.
They all still think that somehow they are capable of having that power over me
And I am not having it.
I don't care if I've stripped myself down for them and stood bare for them to stare at me with piercing eyes as all my flaws and vulnerabilities were made available for them.
I don't care if they look at me with lustful and greedy eyes, thinking they can still have their way and do as they please with me.
I don't care if they talk to me or if everyone knows about what happened and if they all talk about me.
I'm going to live my life. And I'm going to do what I want. And I'm not going to let them dictate something that isn't theirs. And I'm not going to believe a word they say or a thing they do.
(I don't know who lies to me the most. But it's a tie between them and myself)
~S~
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PoesieA poem book with original poems written by me. Covers a variety of different topics as it is a representation of life as I live and experience it. [Poems that aren't mine will credit the original author] //tw//: self harm, depression, suicidal tho...
