Did you lie?
About what you did to me
The abuse?
The ****** assault?

Did you lie to make yourself look good?
Then you make threats?
Because you’re mad that you couldn’t get to me?

I’m not your toy.
I’m not an object.
Just see me for me.
A person and not something to own or control.

Yes, I’m scared of you
Because now I truly see you
And not the mirror