Fierce

I am angry

And I am fed up

With you and your lies

Do you ache for me

Like I used to for you?

That empty void

The missing piece of your heart

I’m your only blood

Didn’t that mean anything to you?

You only loved me when you could control me

Once I grew I became fierce and opinionated

I stopped trying to please you

I became my own person

And it infuriates you

I won’t follow you blindly

and now I won’t cry over you anymore

and that is the most dangerous thing

because when I no longer cry,

I no longer care.

 



Categories: Addiction, Anxiety, bipolar disorder, Depression, Mental Health, OCD, Poetry, Self Esteem, self-care, Writing

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