Behind These Closed Doors.

You tried to mold me, change me
adjust me in a way that fits your best interest.
That didn't work.
So you got angry,
Controlling.  
Isolated me with fights, arguments
and intimidation.
" You are nothing without me"
" I make you whole "
" You had no one til i came in the picture"
I believed you.
And piece by piece,
day by day,
month by month,
year by year,
you ripped every piece of me apart
until I couldn't even recognize the women
standing in front of the mirror.
I now hate the mirror.
I am ugly and worthless.
I see the rot you put inside me
come through like flesh eating parasites.
Your a leach draining the life out of me.
I am stuck in the middle of a current
I can't seem to get out of.
Fighting to break free  
only makes it worse.
I can't breathe.
I let the current take me so far  
I can't see the shore.
No matter how many people try
to come to my rescue,
I've come so accustomed to lost
this cold water has become home.
I am afraid to let go.
The truth behind these closed doors.