To My Lover

You kept me a secret for months

You ignored me for weeks

And you asked me to change!

How am I suppose to be me?

How am I suppose to survive this game?

The goal was to accept me for who I am

Not take me and make me into someone I am not.

I am sick and tired of this pain,

Of this hurt,

Of this anger that burns

Because I keep it in, It affects me more than it affects you!

Ha! You see, the foolish me was willing to change.

I lied to myself over and over but then,

I realised that I could never become what you wanted me to be.

I'm sorry if I am not enough!

I'm sorry if I don't look the part!

I'm sorry if you're ashamed of me!

But what I am not sorry for is being who I am!

You said you don't know how to express your feelings

You looked me in the eye and told me that you loved me

Yet still, your friends believe that your ex is the girl you would die for

Your family is clueless

And what do I know about you?

Simply the things that meet the eye.

You took me for a fool

You think you played me like the Grand Piano that Nicki talked about

A misfit? A disturbance?

But while you were sleeping and busy playing

I did twice the things you ever thought you did.

I took the same dagger you stabbed me with and murdered you

I took the words you threw at me and buried you in them.

You bruised me and gave me scars but I left a mark

A print that can never be erased.

I am not a bad person and you are not

Fortunately, I believe it is rather satisfying to watch you receive all what was meant for you!

I am indeed the girl you can never change!

By: Sergeline Michel