My puppeteer enemy

Okay so I wrote another poem :yum: except i have ZERO idea what makes a poem a poem, so this might not be a poem, but I think it is, maybe, soooo?? anyways this is about my home life and yea :p

Enjoy!! :3

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My Puppeteer Enemy

Rose bushes picked,

the pretty personality stripped from them till their nothing but gray dullness

Thats me. Thats who I am under your control

Truly I’m glad I made you sad, I’m glad I made you cry and sob into your bed at night

you say you don’t understand I know you never will

You forced me into the perfect mold of who you are, not me,

forced me to mold and shape into a spitting image of you. Not me.

So yes, I’m glad I made you cry.

In fact, i hope you lie awake wondering why, wondering what you could have done differently so you wouldn’t have lost me

But thats the thing,

there was nothing,

nothing beside changing your whole self that could have got me to stay

because your an asshole and thats the truth

You said reality is hard to face well this is yours

Because when you answered for me at the doctors when they asked if my mental health was fine

in my mind I was screaming I am not fine, I am not okay, please, please see me,

notice that these people are shoving me away into a box, a shadow, of what I truly am.

Notice that and take pity and save me from this cruel man and his wife,

who was strung along by a one-sided manipulative love that was really all a lie

And yet you still married him, its your grave I guess not mine

So yes, when you think of me I hope you cry and lie awake at night

wondering what you could have done different

You were a casualty in a battle between biological family,

and yet I still cant help but feel happy your gone because ultimately you, too, were part of the problem called my life

You allowed him to string me out and leave me hanging to dry as the personality drips from my body and is instead replaced with anger and helplessness

You let that happen, and for that I hope you burn in hell

You know this is about you because who else, who else would it be

After all you were there when he abused and manipulated me

You acknowledged his lies,

you acknowledged his tricks and even told me he treated us bad,

treated us wrong,

and yet you still left us there in that house of hell and horrors and expect us to stay

Well you were fucking wrong.

So yes I hope you cry.

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Thats all! Thanks for reading, have a good day! :3

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