Beauty
By Phoenixfire
I used to be your beautySet up on your pedastaltaken out only when you wished to playI used to be thin, in shape, in styleI used to be - what used to be - meBut your words have eaten at my skinlike acid, slowly scaring my faceAnd your fingers have pulled at my hairmaking it lose its luster, causing it to fall outAnd your actions have bruised my body,causing me to swell and growcausing me to fall apartI used to be your dollAnd i thought i was happyBut only now - surrounded by the remains of what was mecan I finally see who I amI am Me, no longer any of yours...And though to youI may seem beaten, battered, brokenIf you listen you may hearMy weary voice rejoicebecause I have learned to break freeI have learned to stand without your stringsAll I can ever be is meAnd I hold that knowledge close - I will never again let go of thator of who I am Written September 26th, 2001 © on Sep 26 2001 03:14 PM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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"I used to be your beautySet up on your pedastaltaken out only when you wished to playI used to be thin, in shape, in styleI used to be - what used to be - meBut your words have eaten at my skinlike acid, slowly scaring my faceAnd your fingers have pulled at my hairmaking it lose its luster, causing it to fall outAnd your actions have bruised my body,causing me to swell and growcausing me to fall apartI used to be your dollAnd i thought i was happyBut only now - surrounded by the remains of what was mecan I finally see who I amI am Me, no longer any of yours...And though to youI may seem beaten, battered, brokenIf you listen you may hearMy weary voice rejoicebecause I have learned to break freeI have learned to stand without your stringsAll I can ever be is meAnd I hold that knowledge close - I will never again let go of thator of who I am..."