Fortified Steel

I am done with all these

Mind games

Little tricks

And frustrations

 

I am bringing it back to the

Closed barriers

Locked gates

And relaxations

 

My shell has been empty

For so long

There is dust inside

And I’m going back to clean it

 

My mind is taking charge

Telling my heart

To stop being so fucking weak

And return to the steel cage

 

My heart is retreating

To the protection

Of the fortified steel

That kicks out any sense of romance

 

There is no point

In caring about something

That I don’t truly believe

Will work in my favor

 

There is no point

In dreaming about something

That I don’t need

In order to be happy

 

There is no point

In relying on anyone

Who is anyone but

Me myself and I

 

I am the only one

Whose judgement

I should trust

 

I am the only one

Whose decisions

Should affect me

 

I am the only one

Whose destiny

I should control

This poem is about: 
Me

Comments

Need to talk?

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741