I stood up for myself.
It was tough to do.
But, had to, at last.
Although it hurt you.
That tone that you use,
From that voice, yours.
Stabs me in the heart,
Deep down to my core.
The truth of it though,
You’ve used it for years.
Makes me question your love,
And, break down in tears.
Should have spoken up sooner.
But, kept it inside.
Like when I was a kid,
When, I’d run and hide.
They say when you’re hurt,
By someone you love.
It’s a sign they don’t like you,
You’re not held high above.
Then, little by little,
Over time feel their words.
Pain grows ever deeper,
Accustomed to the hurt.
Now despising yourself,
Allowed it to continue.
Until you finally gain courage,
Decide to put an end to.
So, you get it off your chest.
But, no better do you feel.
Realized you’ve unveiled,
Your secret Achilles’ Heel.
The one that developed,
Soon after you were born.
From someone supposed to love you,
And, to you bring no harm.
They continued to hurt you,
This someone you loved.
Apparently, they didn’t like you.
Didn’t hold you high above.
So embedded it remains,
This weakness, this space.
Buried so far within,
Inside an inner place.