I’m beginning to see
the monster you’ve made of me.
Twisted
from what I’ve been through—
the thing you’ve turned me into.
You held me to your chest,
promising to take away
my fear of worthlessness -
bring in a new day.
The pulling desire
to keep coming back,
Hoping things will be different
Though they were never on track
You feed on my pain,
fattening the curse.
You convince me I’m bad
to hide that you’re worse.