Tarnished

I was robbed.
You took something from me.
Deep down underneath the spirit of me.
You peeled back my layers.
You invaded me.
I saw you coming a mile away.
No surprise attacks.
I watched.
I waited.
I loathed the days you infiltrated.
I cried each time.
I wanted to die.
There was no one to tell.
Everyone already knew.
You did everything you could to control their points of view.
A barbituous liar.
That's what you made me out to be.
A hideous coward in you they could not see.
I wrote diarys.
I told family and friends.
But in the end you just had power over them.
How could that happen to a child like me.
I didn't get to play outside and be free.
I had to be away from everyone.
Close to you.
Wanting to get away.
Run away.
One day.
Then I did it. I made it out.
I moved far away and left a note.
I internalized all that pain.
I gave it to the Lord and asked for strength.
I prayed for you.
I forgave.
Years later I made a friend in you.
Then I watched.
Then I waited.
Realizing that you still had control.
Even as an adult my mind you could mold.
So I cut the cord.
No more of you.
You were poison.
You inject everyone around you with lethal doses.
My scars had resurfaced.
New ones had formed.
This damage was worse than before.
I tried to deal with you.
Tolerate you.
But at what cost?