Such a hard thing,
Coming to terms with who you are,
Staring in the face of your demons,
Building the strength to free them,
No longer able to fake happiness,
Though it worked for a while,
You always go back,
Reflection in the mirror,
Seeing that small child,
Helpless,
Hopeless,
The pain and the shame,
Hiding in an abyss of darkness,
Acting as if it's all a game,
But there's only so long one can play pretend,
The damage is done,
Aware I'm now the one holding the gun.
I will no longer let my past leak into my future,
Save yourself,
Forgive yourself,
Be everything you imagined and don't let your trauma define who you become,
Finally be worthy of the attention you demand.