Sweet Here After
Took me four years to finally leave, to see the person who was changing me. Who was that standing in the mirror? Eyes once elated now consumed by fear. I held on because who was to catch me if I let go, you always said I could’t do it on my own.
I complied with your mask and made one as well, I knew her better than I know myself. I stayed, through the words sharp as glass, but it took your hand to shatter my mask, that set me free at last. That girl is behind me, I have purged all her sins. I am ready to say this battle was my win. No more silent screams, I have a reason for laughter, finally I can say I’m living in the sweet here after.
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