Influenced

Who are you? Why have you dug your nails into my heart,
Climbing up to occupy my mind?
Why can i not rid myself of your persistent whispers?
Those soft spoken words that bring every decision I've ever made into question.
You paint images of different futures that dance before my eyes,
While not forgetting to lay the background with a bloodbath of pained memories .
Is it too much to ask to be happy with my choices?
To be able to live my life without your constant stabbing pain?
What did I do to deserve such torture.
Who did I hurt or offend ?
Leave me ! You wretched coward !
Weak, insignificant waste of life.
I'm done being your puppet.
You cannot control my choices
You will not rule my life.
Such pain I should have never known,
But you will have that and more.
Vengeance is not mine, but vindicated I will be.
I know who you are.
He is coming .
My pain will be lifted.
But yours is just beginning .

- Annabelle Vasquez
1/1/15