I Had to Kill Her

I will admit to killing her, but wouldn’t you be doing the same?
I just could not let her keep poisoning and ruining my dear life.
She was spreading doubt and stabbed me with her sharp knife.
You see that I am not who I used to be, but instead I am a flame,
 
Bolder and wiser. She was addicted to the pain. I was addicted
To letting the truth come out, spilling over into the bloody streets.
So I had to murder her in cold blood, wrapping her body in sheets
And then tossed into the trash like everything else. No one predicted
 
It to be this way, but it had to be done. I am not sorry because she
She murdered all my confidence and I did not want to become her
Ever again. So I watched as she took her last breath and her slur
Of words disappeared. She could no longer become a part of me.