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The Eclectic Pen - Poison in the Wound

By: Sara C. (mustangirl)  
Date Submitted: 9/7/2010
Genre: Literature & Fiction » Poetry
Words: 320
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I stand in my room First you are there Then you are gone My heart collapses You controlled my emotions You did not allow weakness It drained you to support me You gave me one last chance That was poison in the wound I poured myself into you Tried every minute to please you It was never enough We were on the same level You were never happy with who I was Always criticizing how I could improve This level was skewed I had to take control of you Keep you organized This took its toll on me You drained me unknowingly You were going through tough times I had stress to deal with I could not talk to you anymore Fear of breaking loomed You treated me well You complimented my body You called me beautiful You had nothing else to say I had to pick myself up You were never there for me Concern only for your weaknesses Your control is lacking You were the only real stress in my life Balancing a lead weight on one finger It had to fall sometime The stress put on me more than I could handle You didn’t see the truth behind my pain You ignored it to focus on yourself I suffered in the corner You jumped into this relationship You could not control your hormones You did not want to control them You ran when the going got tough I was there for us I gave it everything I had Working on the criticisms you pointed out So quick to judge You controlled my life Every opinion I had was flawed My logic was not sufficient My independence fading away I said goodbye to independent thought Every problem I brought up Quick to discount it Feeling small and unappreciated You blame your faults on your past You have tried to fix them Time helped you work on it Yet more still lays in wait No one can help you You won’t let them You are a special case I was there for you You didn’t judge You discounted anyone who disagreed I cannot help you You won’t let me in The weight lifts off my shoulders I slowly detached My friends surround me God fills my heart again The freedom I have Focus on myself Free of criticism Free to be me

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