The Act

You play a role in an act that was never scripted.

You acted like you actually cared, acted like you really wanted me, for me.

Was that true? No, what you really cared about was my body and how long you could continue the game you started to see if you would win. The game of getting me all wrapped up around your finger for me to come back to you when you wanted me. You wrapped me around with barb wire, the more you pulled me in, the more damage it caused me. I was convenient to you, when you wanted me, when you wanted your arm candy, when you wanted my body.

The game has finally ended.

The tables have turned, I won, I broke loose of the barbed wire you have wrapped me up in, I finally broke free.

I'm finally free from the toxicity, the pain of being used for my body, I'm finally free, but you left me wounded and scared. I hope you're happy with the pain you have caused.