You have my love, my trust, my heart, and my mind.You want my coven and my blood.TAKE NOTHING ELSE OF MINE, without me, without you!My soul you’ve bleed and my spirit you’ve attempted to tame.My will is strong, my mind is made.I will fight for this worthlessness you call my life.With or without you, I’m still dead, except that my fight for the gift I’ve received was purely out of my own intention.Perfect.Not good.Not great.Not fantastic.Perfect.I look at myself, judging what it is that I can improve…everything…What I can fix…everything…What I can change…everything…You have no interest in what my life means to me.My poetry…my music…my art…IT’S ALL FROM MY TORTURED SOUL!Nothing pleases you. You want everything to be as it must…perfect…Not normal!NOT average!!JUST PERFECT!!!What am I to you?!A ragged doll that you can brush and dress any way that you please, and I will just sit and act like I’m okay?I am INPERFECTION!!!!My FLAW was TRUST! My FLAW was REASON! My FLAW was ART!My FLAW was YOU! My FLAW was STRENGTH!My FLAW was MY NATURE!WHAT am I To YOU?!
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