Apart

I was once like them

in my selfish ways.

I thought only for

what I wanted.

No one else mattered.

I did not think

--refused to�"

and suffered for it

in the end.

I knew what was right,

but I refused it.

Then, the silence came,

and I knew it

was time for me

to decide.

 

Poison? Or apart?

What would it be?

Would I poison myself

with the lies they

transferred into me?

My blood boiled

at the thought that

my person was not mine.

As long as I believed

in them and their

poison, my person would

forever be shackled and

bound to an unbeautiful future.

Did I want that?

I decided.

 

I would be apart

of the world outside.

I would see the beauty

it offered me.

I knew, and still know,

that nothing is truly

innocent.

The truth would

always hurt,

and I could not

stop the lies.

I could only hope

that they, too, would

someday understand this.

 

Sometimes, I think

and I doubt.

What if I’m not

strong enough?

What if I can

no longer fight

poison’s allure?

The consideration of weakness

kept me strong.

I had not gotten

this for nothing.

I would keep it

this way.

The poison would not

infect me ever again.

I would be apart

of a wonderful life

that I could finally

enjoy.

Author's Note

The remembrance of the struggle with myself.

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[Thomas Fitzgerald]

A truly remarkable look within ones self, not an easy feat at the best of time.