The lies you shared,
Refusing me the dignity of being,
Leaving me in torture,
Under your foot.
Broken and controlled.
Only others showed me your lies,
Gave me decency on your behalf when you refused.
Showed me basic human respect when you denied me.
Thrown off my chains,
Tearing my self out,
Out of the hurtful lies,
The bad situation.
The wrecked mind I had to piece back.
You, the orchestrator of my demons’ symphony.
Thinking of the past, how someone treated me, something I tried to forget. But stuff is happening like the same as before.
Finished writing later, not feeling so bad, a walk home, time to think, space, some good news and errands has put me in a better mood.