You lit the fire that burned inside me.

Little did I know you'd charge a fee.

A cost I could have never had paid,

All I could do is lay in the bed that you made.

A bed that was made of lies and deception.

For years, however, you were the only exception.

A world masked of darkness and grey,

Was me, patiently waiting for that "one day."

That day, you promised that would eventually come,

But a snake and you have identical tongues.

You spoke of hope but gave me empty dreams.

You stole who I was, then tore it at the seams.

I didn't know how to rise from this unholy act.

All I knew to do was to try to distract.

To separate myself from the world I lived in,

A world full of chaos, tragedy, and sin.

Then, I awoke in your bed, you chained me in.

Lit the fire inside me, only coming from within.

Without your hands around my neck, I could finally breathe,

Radiating the confidence I needed in order to leave.

Why was I living in the mess that you made?

The sadness I was feeling was my debt, now it's paid.

No longer will I live in the world you created,

My days are numbered, I choose to live elated.

I rose again with my head held high,

All of me that you stole was mine the whole time.

Without your shadow above me, I reclaimed who I am,

A person who loves me, my very own best friend.

You can choose to be the victim, play that part.

You can miss out on life's beauty, the ultimate work of art.

But remember, you can find that spark inside of yourself.

Dust the dirt off, pick yourself back up off the shelf.