Martyr complexes running wild
My own fueling this escape
Ties are charred and crumbling
In their minds I am to blame.
Slave to the lender
Though owed so much
Is this strength
Or is it greed?
Weeping at their feet
Begging for love and acceptance
Invalidated and dismissed
I should have kept my distance.
I am not the Phoenix
Rising from the ashes
I am the flame
An unassuming figure of destruction.
Desperate for survival of spirit
Licking my wounded soul
Never enough to those I trust
Manipulations crease in the fold
Oct 27, 2017
Oct 27, 2017 at 4:07 AM UTC
Martyr complexes running wild
My own fueling this escape
Ties are charred and crumbling
In their minds I am to blame.
Slave to the lender
Though owed so much
Is this strength
Or is it greed?
Weeping at their feet
Begging for love and acceptance
Invalidated and dismissed
I should have kept my distance.
I am not the Phoenix
Rising from the ashes
I am the flame
An unassuming figure of destruction.
Desperate for survival of spirit
Licking my wounded soul
Never enough to those I trust
Manipulations crease in the fold
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