At night I would cry because I believed in the boogyman;
Alone I would scream because I stopped believing in you.
The fight was not lost, you surrendered,
and so my resentment grew.
You taught me how to haunt myself until the shadows
of my own mind became the only thing that didn’t scare me.
Mourning the dream that died with each broken fantasy,
I ignored all toxic and fatal debris.
I gave into the dark and chose to hate in silence.
But the hate ripped me apart until the screams were deafening
in the midst of my own violence.
Compassion is one thing, forgiveness is another;
The only thing I know for sure is the warrior you fear – I have become her.
About the Creator
Here I am, and here I'll stay;
Like the moon in the darkness that refuses to fade.
Clouds will cover, but cannot take from my reign;
Mark this as the moment that they realise, as they scoff with distain.
They fell asleep, I cannot be blamed.
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