Me

Once upon a time whatever you said I believed it.

Soaked up everything like a sponge and hung on to every word so much so that cliffhanger's were literally dangerous.

With time I became the spitting imagine of the words that you shot from your mouth, words, not directly aimed at me But I was in the line of fire.

Transforming into the imagine of the person i loathed it was a Nightmare but scary thing's was all i knew. I learned to get comfortable in violence and content with dysfunction. Normality and simplicity are things I will never understand. But that's Okay, I don't have to.

Along the way I've soaked many things that are harmful and the pressure of release is painful .

But I was told that I have to travel down a road that's really narrow so it's time to get comfortable in letting go and reflecting the words of someone who speaks,

life.

Someone who's words bring peace.

It's time to transform into those words that transform me.