I Have To Tell You

I have to tell you, 

I am no longer that little girl with the legs that don't work,

No longer do I struggle with the studder of words,

No longer asking for the arms to keep me steady,

I have to tell you,

I am no longer the silent cry that no one hears at night,

No longer the thing you see as a problem,

No longer the punching bag that you desperately needed,

No longer that silent hurt that no one cared to see,

I have to tell you,

I am no longer the poetry you found disturbing,

No longer the dreams you mock,

No longer the mind you enjoyed crushing,

No longer the damaged heart you thought couldn't be fixed,

I have to tell you...

Tell you....

You are just a bad memory that tortured me for years.

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