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ataoriThere is a wild thing inside of me.
She is a cruel mistress, she is out of control.
I don't know what to do with her anymore.
She does not mean to harm, but does it anyway-- selflessly, uncaring. She stops me before I get to the good part, she pushes me towards the ending that isn't good, nor bad, just neutral. "You aren't worth it," she whispers into my ear, smiling as she holds my shoulders in a loose grip.
The hairs on my neck stand, and I inhale sharply. My fists tighten. Because she does not own me.
Someday, I will run. I will be okay. I will be free. I will learn again, I will leave the beasts behind.
The beast that lives within me, with me, underneath my bed, among the dust and boxes and wanderlust. She is there. But I am better, better than her.
She is a cruel mistress, she is out of control.
I don't know what to do with her anymore.
She does not mean to harm, but does it anyway-- selflessly, uncaring. She stops me before I get to the good part, she pushes me towards the ending that isn't good, nor bad, just neutral. "You aren't worth it," she whispers into my ear, smiling as she holds my shoulders in a loose grip.
The hairs on my neck stand, and I inhale sharply. My fists tighten. Because she does not own me.
Someday, I will run. I will be okay. I will be free. I will learn again, I will leave the beasts behind.
The beast that lives within me, with me, underneath my bed, among the dust and boxes and wanderlust. She is there. But I am better, better than her.