Every time I write

It always manages to be about you

The pain you caused me,

The good you brung me.

I’ve tried to forget about you

But the truth is

It isn’t as easy as people say

It’s been 8 years now,

But truthfully told

I’m traumatized by the good and bad you brought me.

Making me feel good enough

Making feel like the best being walking this earth,

Then like a monster dreading the soil I walk on.

Am I really that bad,

Were you right all along,

When you said I was impossible to be loved?