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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