They fed me,
you see.
Fed me full
of pain,and hate,
and despair and
loathing.
They fed
my eyes, my ears,
my mouth, my soul.
But my heart
it refused.
With my blood,
a steady beat,
a flowing rhythm,
my heart fed me.
Joy and love,
and hope and gratitude.
and now,
here I stand.
My true self,
emerging from this
dark shell,
a shadow of
my hearts true being.
Stronger.
For still even now,
they try to feed me.