Poetry: Done

DONE

I don't like to use the word hate, 

but sometimes I hate you so much my throat clogs

with words I want to say but shouldn't

words that if they had power would destroy you. 

You act like you think I live to serve you

That you can walk all over me like dirt 

That I am no better than that after everything

I am not dirt, I am not yours to walk on anymore.

My feelings of guilt over things I couldn't change

Let you walk on me, let you use me in the past.

I never betrayed your trust like you did mine.

My guilty feelings were over things inside myself.

The shame I had is societies shame, no longer mine.

I couldn't make myself feel the way I thought I should.

That doesn't make me less, that makes me human.

That makes me someone who won't take abuse anymore.

But I am done with self-recrimination.

I am done with your lies and subterfuge.

I am finished with the half-life I was living.

I am moving on, better, stronger, and happier than before. 

CarrieAnn Murphy

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