I am toxic. I have allowed myself to dress in toxic. I have learnt to accept toxic. I unknowingly embraced toxic. I disguised my toxic. Yet, I expected people to love me. My unattended wounds have sprouted toxicity and today, Well today I pull my bandages off and they ooze toxic. I'm cleaning it all out, allowing them to bleed on my unstained floor. I am healing. I am disinfecting that which I have allowed to become toxic. Discarding the toxic. Watching it flow, slowly returning back the power it has had over me. I am in control. I will become toxic free. And when I demand love, I'll demand it with a whole lot of love for me!