A poem
I’ve had to hide the truth,
From your narcissistic abuse,
I see your scathing little eyes,
And lips that spout your dirty lies,
But I'm slowly learning your ways,
I’ve been keeping a diary and noting your sayings,
While you’re busy tightening that noose,
Around my neck you try to strangle,
I’m suffocating it’s too much to handle,
So I’m building up my self-esteem,
All my life you’ve crushed my dreams,
But it ain’t going to happen no more,
And if you force my hand I will go to war!
I’m done with your silent treatment!
I’m done with your manipulation!
I’m done with the crocodile tears!
I’m done with the psychological abuse,
I’ve had to endure for years!
Finally the tables are turning,
I’m learning to be discerning,
I am no longer making myself smaller,
Shrinking my light, my brightness,
To your dim light that’s filled with shadows,
I will not cower in your presence,
Or stay and smile in silence!
I am learning to excuse myself from your table,
For you were never able…
