You can no longer hurt me. 

Physically, mentally. 

You were the monster in my closet. 

Only monsters are myths and you are real. 

The first day was love, 

you would hold me tight then tell me your love for me. 

The day after- agony. 

I found myself bloody eyed and called fat. 

You found a way to control me, because you couldn’t control anything else. 

You made yourself feel strong while being weak. 

I see you looking at me still, in the halls, walking home. 

I told them what you did. I told them how you hurt me. 

Your only response: “Liar, Liar.” 

I did not want trouble. I wanted everyone to know. 

I let everyone know. 

While your friends are still your friends. 

I told my truth. 

No longer can you hold me back. 

You will not make me practice being a coward. 

Because deep down you know

I am no 

“Liar Liar.”