Dear perfect stranger
I start off by saying hello to you a person I no longer recognized.
A person that was somebody but had let themselves became nobody to my memories.
Oh how it hurts to have let you go
Yet you blame me left and right saying that I am to blame.
That It is my fault that I am just a problem.
So I lock away that part off me
Trying to hide the damages with a mask that is cracking under the pressure.
Oh how I wish to be free from the burden of knowing you.
My dear perfect stranger why are you so cruel.
Aren’t you satisfied with all the scars and bruises you’ve left on my once clear canvas skin?
Am I truly being the one to blame?
Am I truly the one at fault?
The one that is constantly left with ever constant reminders
That you take great pleasure in reminding me
About how am I just a mistake?
That should have never existed
Or at least according to you
Tell me dear perfect stranger
Do you take enjoyment of causing this much agony
Am I just a doll you can controlled until you decide to cut my strings
Well no more my dear perfect stranger
For once you will be the one to fall as I cut your strings
My dear perfect stranger
I wish I could say I will regret taking the path
But this doll doesn’t have any more strings you can cut
Now it’s you turn
To be the one hurt
Goodbye to the person that once has caused so much agony to this small doll
Who could have never defended herself until?
She finally did.