Martyr complexes running wild,
my own fueling this escape.
Ties are charred and crumbling;
In their minds I am to blame.
Slave to the lender,
though owed so much.
Is this strength
Or is it greed?
Weeping at their feet,
Begging for love and acceptance,
Invalidated and dismissed,
I should have kept my distance.
I am not the Phoenix
Rising from the ashes.
I am the flame,
an unassuming figure of destruction.
Desperate for survival of spirit,
Licking my wounded soul.
Never enough to those I trust.
Manipulations crease in the fold.
