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Rated: E · Poetry · Other · #1194810
I was having a bad day and so I sat down and this is what came out.
You have filled me with lies
You have taken everything from my insides
And tore it apart
You have filled me with these fillings of hate
Then wonder why I seem so mad
You stab my with your words and then put salt in them
And wonder why I cry
You pushed me to the edge, knocked me down and told me to get back up again
The whole time knowing you will push again
You have stolen everything in my life that is important to me
And then tell me that it is my fault
You have called me every name in the book
And I now know why
You tell me to grow up and tell your children to stay young
You have yelled at me with all your might
And made me feel as small as a grain of sand
You have made me ashamed of who I am
You have made me feel that there is no safe place to go
You are the one who makes my heart so cold

But that was then and this is now
Now you tell me lies, I laugh
Now you tear me apart, and I stare you down
Now you make me hate, and I make me love
Now you stab me with your words, now I take the salt away from you
Now you push me to the edge, and you coming down to
Now you have stolen everything from me, and I now have it back
Now you call me every name in the book, and I now have a bigger vocabulary
Now you tell me to grow up, and I say I did
Now you yell at me with all your might, and I have learned to stay calm
Now you make me feel ashamed, and I make me proud
Now you make me feel unsafe, I make a safe house
Now you try and make me cold, but now I’m just to warm

But after all you have done
and all you will do
I want to thank you
Thank you for telling me all the lies
Thank you for making me cry
Thank you for filling me with hate
Thank you for stabbing me, which I know, for you, it wasn’t hard
Thank you for pushing me, when you could have picked me up
Thank you for stealing from me, I have learned to value what little I have
Thank you for calling me name, for I now know how it feels
Thank you for making me grow up, when no one else would
Thank you for making me fell ashamed, because I have learned to always be proud
Thank you for making me fell unsafe, you need to be scared once in your life
Thank you for making me cold, with that you made me numb to all evilness

In some ways you were the worst thing to happen in my life, but in the end I come out on top

While you sit there regretting every thing you have ever done to me
I sit up high, strong, and on my thrown looking down upon you while you waste away your so called glory days of living off of my pain
I now know that my life is my own and you can never take that from me
So do me one last favor…live your life and stop taking mine
Because I’m the only one good at living my life, my way
If it were up to you I would be dead
I am me and you are...just you
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