Never wanting to hurt
The conversation a must
Always causing anger and strife
Ending in yelling and tears
Always a fight
That brings about guilt and shame
Yet it is a must
Because I have too
I am lost even hurt
And need to be me, to find me
Yet I know it is time
The conversations a must
Telling you that it is time
Ending the pain
Never did I expect to say its over
Yet here we set
Today it is no more
No more shame
No more pain
No more yelling
Just a desire to smile
A desire to be me
The me that you fell in love with so long a go
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