Frail mentality

Your words aimed to hit vein.

Selfish tendencies and hurtful games.

A child left in the care of vicious hands

A father by paper but surely no man.

Your words colored a developing mind,

You had no care for the damage left behind.

No thought to the child receiving the blows,

or the effects it would give to the child once grown.

A protector I was told you'd be,

A title to uphold,

Good ol' daddy.

but the executioner you played indefinitely.

Your words consumed me 

I couldn't see the image in the mirror properly,

I lost myself,

I lost track of reality.

Drastic measures I started to take,

Anything I could do to make the image okay.

I lived in a self destructive reality everyday,

One I couldn't see, or change.

I became a victim to the words looping through my brain,

You almost won, 

I almost lost my life to the cage your mental games had made.

And still you pushed at me,

But I knew how to keep from the same fatality 

of my past,
I knew how to counterattack.

That day was the first of our last.

 

 

Reviews

[Valkyrie Warrior]

What a sad and deep poem, a truly enjoyed it.