I bore your burden
upon my shoulders,
thinking I alone could save you;
but you never really want saving,
from the start.

You relied on me
and I allowed it,
your selfish ways are now apparent,
dragging me down to be your saviour,
I was in denial.

My needs ended,
you became my martyr,
a guilty conscience, all consuming,
you feed me lies and used my ways,
to benefit you.

But now my eyes
are suddenly open,
I release your weight from my shoulders,
I leave you to your own awakening
or your own demise.

I bid goodbye
to an imposter
not to a friend, I thought I'd fostered.
I bid you well and hope that you discover
a simple fable like no other,
can help us cut the ties that bind...