This is the city...
where the abuse thickened
And the mythodical
twisting
of my mind
Held grasp
He poisoned me
And took control
of every aspect
Of my time
I was thriving when I met him
I had the greatest job in the world
I was building...
my future
And he took my smile.
The real one.
As he called it fake.
But it was my glee...
My excitement
My enthusiasm
He tore me down
Until I was
worthy of nothing
As the hairs of my scalp
Dragged me across the room
I worked
to pay for His life
His hunger
His ego
Skin and bones
I Was starved
Barely even an ounce
Of affection
And I
Loved that monster
That Jeckle an Hyde
And I hid that smile
The one wi
th all the light
To cover the tears
To hide the scars