Poetry

Tormenter

I build myself up

They break me down

So now I've learned to play dead

So we don't go through the cycle again

Only I decided to start standing up

Only this time I was smart

I donned a cloak of invisibility

A moldable personality

The old me long dead

The new me here to please

And the true me broken and locked up

Scares from mental wars cover my soul

Covered by the makeup of my fake heart

But every time a wound reopens

Tears come pouring out

Funny thing is

Despite all the pain others gave me

How it made me stronger

The true tormenter still exists

They beat me

Batter me to a pulp

With cruel words screamed in the dark

And I cant run away

For my most feared tormenter

Is none other than myself