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Worth My Defiance

All I wanted was to feel worth something to you, the sole value you wrote my way was nothing more than deceit. Grandiose praise of everything you wanted me to become, all to burn down in flames as I wasn’t the portrait you saw over me. Each and every layer of paint you lathered onto my shortcomings, eventually peeling themselves like dead skin showing the disaster you hated. I was still the fragile shell that was far from good enough, You never had to take time to make it known to me, I understood your eyes. You poured so much into making me more than I was, only for the mistakes that put me here to somehow surpass your help. Watching all the care you’ve tenderly caressed into my mind, seem to just be let out like a sacrificial lamb on an alter. I can only imagine the churning in your gut and the disappointment, all I can muster for myself is to stare at the floor knowing I’m the flaw. I am still the fragile shell that’s so far from good enough, You don’t need to make

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Thirty Years

I’ve rehearsed this conversation too many times, it’s not healthy, yet I sit with the loop, You conversed the observation to elegant rhymes, set to pit against my group, I’ve cohered your retaliation with great climbs, drowning in this coupe. You submersed my desperations with beautiful crimes, killing the hope with a noose. I’ve come to believe the words you told me like the back of my hands, They broken me down into a burst of a hurricane’s torrent, empty and hollow, silent in the core. Every layer above and around, a swirling downburst corroding my integrity till it’s gone. Even now when you are gone, the damage still erodes the soul that is my own. Why was my best never good enough for you, for you to deconstruct my very worth like a chore? Enough was never enough, and I can’t sleep because of the trauma you instilled to the bone. I want to learn to heal, either for myself, or the child you stole from me. I want to learn to be me once again, and not the hollow husk you

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Worth My Defiance

All I wanted was to feel worth something to you, the sole value you wrote my way was nothing more than deceit. Grandiose praise of everything you wanted me to become, all to burn down in flames as I wasn’t the portrait you saw over me. Each and every layer of paint you lathered onto my shortcomings, eventually peeling themselves like dead skin showing the disaster you hated. I was still the fragile shell that was far from good enough, You never had to take time to make it known to me, I understood your eyes. You poured so much into making me more than I was, only for the mistakes that put me here to somehow surpass your help. Watching all the care you’ve tenderly caressed into my mind, seem to just be let out like a sacrificial lamb on an alter. I can only imagine the churning in your gut and the disappointment, all I can muster for myself is to stare at the floor knowing I’m the flaw. I am still the fragile shell that’s so far from good enough, You don’t need to make

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Thirty Years

I’ve rehearsed this conversation too many times, it’s not healthy, yet I sit with the loop, You conversed the observation to elegant rhymes, set to pit against my group, I’ve cohered your retaliation with great climbs, drowning in this coupe. You submersed my desperations with beautiful crimes, killing the hope with a noose. I’ve come to believe the words you told me like the back of my hands, They broken me down into a burst of a hurricane’s torrent, empty and hollow, silent in the core. Every layer above and around, a swirling downburst corroding my integrity till it’s gone. Even now when you are gone, the damage still erodes the soul that is my own. Why was my best never good enough for you, for you to deconstruct my very worth like a chore? Enough was never enough, and I can’t sleep because of the trauma you instilled to the bone. I want to learn to heal, either for myself, or the child you stole from me. I want to learn to be me once again, and not the hollow husk you