Scandalous beauty
Rotting in view
Why was I always the

Sacrificial lamb

I should have
Taken an oath
To draw myself closer

To you sooner

Instead I allowed
The evil to wear me like
A sad painting

Soaking up my sanity inch by inch

Consuming me
Entirely to often
All my praises

Belong to you from here on out

What happened before
Shouldn’t matter
Yet it still displaces my being

Ball and chain

Breaking rocks falling face first
I never had a say
As I was blindsided

By a life I would have written

Differently and had
It been more decent  
Terrorized by

Meaningless tyrants

Like a sick addiction
It became maddening
Forgiveness is a skill

I’ve never quite mastered

And probably never will
My tarnished
Image split me in two

Mirroring a hologram

Left to pick up the pieces
Has never reflected well
In my direction

As I’ve stared it all in the face

The mirrors
That have broken me apart
Sadly to this day

Are the ones I hate the most