leaving a trail of broken childhood memories
and a colossal amount of trauma
its not my fault that the door is broken
or that my mirrors are broken
it's pathetic- no she's pathetic
she's constantly tripping on her power
not even able hold the weight of her own sword
and every swing she takes at me
i can see her brace for impact
but how long will it be before she breaks?
it's not my fault that her tongue is twisted
and all distorted like her mind
she always taught me that when there's too much to chew
all you can do is swallow yourself and anyone around you
she's swallowed my confidence,
she's swallowed my sanity,
and all that i am left with is the guilt of it being my own fault
she has too much power over me
and it crushes me