He was seething,
but I was finally breathing.
I stood in his shadow for far too long,
mesmerized by his siren song.
I apologized for my words and held my sharp tongue,
while he never did so—I remained overstrung.
I resent myself for having endured so much,
but that's okay, as those were the years of my nascence.
Now, I stand tall in the shadow of my own dignity,
away from the wretched hands of his vanity.
He decays now, murderously slow,
while I relish my freedom forevermore.
He is seething,
I am breathing.
Mar 14, 2025
Mar 14, 2025 at 1:39 PM UTC
He was seething,
but I was finally breathing.
I stood in his shadow for far too long,
mesmerized by his siren song.
I apologized for my words and held my sharp tongue,
while he never did so—I remained overstrung.
I resent myself for having endured so much,
but that's okay, as those were the years of my nascence.
Now, I stand tall in the shadow of my own dignity,
away from the wretched hands of his vanity.
He decays now, murderously slow,
while I relish my freedom forevermore.
He is seething,
I am breathing.
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