We all know who you are, you frightful beast. Those words you spew, that past you chew. Kept in your cage, I fed you night and day. Roles reversed, you became a curse that festered and grew, until the worst. You're built from regret and all those wrongs done. Birthed from such a promising past, scattered, shattered glass. Couldn't let go, a pack-rat of worthless dirt. King on a hill of bottomless worth. One day, you broke free, like garbage rejecting through skin. Puss that formed a mask, a cask, that apologetic task. Your value was proven. Your scars were shown. No one to lick the open wounds, the world moved on. Without a purpose to serve, the guise receded. My guard distinguished. Feelings depleted.
Heart still yearning, but the sorrow, resolved. A numbness sets in to fill the void.
Unsure, is it okay, being neither happy or sad?
(wavering hands)
I don't know, but I think it will be.
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