You are still the epitome of dark.
I know that I have watched you
Change into at least the image
Of your formal self.

What you fail to realize however,
Is that growth doesn't always mean good.
Thistles for instance just grow more jagged.

I don't mean to chastise you.
Your efforts are not in vain.
I see you piecing your shattered
Psyche back together.

I still sleep with one eye open
Waiting for the door to swing.
Abuse is not a short term problem.
And I bare the scars to prove it.