Some days these words you speak
fly at me, attack me
leaving me overwhelmed, bleeding.
These weeks my heart is overloaded
by your cutting tongue,
your biting opinion of what is right
and what is me.
These months as they so happen to be,
you lock me in a cage, a cage comprised
of my own shortcomings--
for surely they are mine.
These years go by and my heart sinks lower--
it threatens to drown in my sear of tears.
And still your binding words cut
and I bleed.
Forever, I am sure it has been now,
Always I will be here--
a worthless toy for you to complain about.
Ever will I be wrong, and you right.
My lack of strength, lack of wit, my lacking's all in all will keep me here--
I shall lock my own cage.