eyes peeled open

You're always giving, my therapist said.

You have to learn to take.

So I did.

I took something.

Something I wanted for a long time.

She was cold.

She hadn't always been that way,

But the pressure of the looming figures,

Towering over her frail body.

Judging her every breath or whisper,

Had brutally murdered,

Massacred,

Her kindness and friendships.

A once lovely charm,

Now oozed a plastic smile.

Only hearing you when she felt like it.

Not caring when you really needed her.

This kind of act was pungent,

A blister, that never heals,

So I took everything.

I made her suffer,

The ways that I had.

I see her now,

Shut out from the world,

All because of a few truths.

Hiding like a trapped mouse,

In a small cage, smothered in darkness,

Shivering,

Awaiting the hissing that told the end.

But,

In doing this,

Does this make me just like her?

NO

It couldn't,

It wouldn't,

I'm genuine!

Wait...

Those that had poisoned her,

Were accepting my venomous ways.

LET THEM

They will soon see who is wrong,

When the truth comes out.

I awaken,

To the clock screaming 12