Battlefield Aftermath

Addressed to my Freshman Mistake Number One

Did you ever consider that I am NOT the complacent, filial and attentive girl I pretended to be?
Did you ever TRY to get to know me?
No, because it was always about you.
Your needs, your desires, your feelings, your work.
You couldn’t have cared less who I really was.
You just needed someone to listen to you complain. Someone to compliment your works. Someone to eat with.
And I understood that.
I did.
To the point that I stayed with you for as long as I did.
But you became more than a burden later. You became a dead-weight. You became a poison that stained my walls of morality.
How stupid I was to have complied to your wishes,
I lost myself when I was with you. I lost my morals, my judgement, my health.
I lost it all, because I gave them to you.
And you actually took it, and you made me fight to gain it back.
So I did -without an armor, without a strategy.
But what I won was not what I entered this battlefield with.
I left the battle, dirtied, tired, and completely lost.