My deepest insecurities
Are fuel to the flame.
I can’t breathe with the accusations—
Suddenly I’m the only one to blame.
With heavy heart, my tears,
Like a piece of my soul,
Flow and flow
Every time your cruel words begin to unfold.
It’s something so personal,
My deepest shame…
Something I can’t even control,
Yet I’m the one to blame?
Like an arrow to the heart
The assumption tears me down,
Spits me out,
Before breaking me from the inside out.
I’ve run from that phrase
My whole damn life—
Building a better version of me,
And this better version doesn’t want to fight.
If the awful things you say
About me were really true,
I’d cut you down, throw pointed spears,
Like that vengeful version of you.
Your words run a loop in my head
Driving me insane.
I’ve fought the worst parts of me ten times over,
Yet I’m forever the one to blame.
Ded. Our vicious and vengeful dance
