Why did I do this to myself?
I wish we never met.
If I could be strapped to a chair
Terrified of all things unknown
The cold metal bars and itchy straps
Electric shock me from those days.
Days that meant nothing.
Days that mock me to question my reality.
Some fucking spell. Not even the good kind.
I don't know why you were so scared
You implanted thoughts that weren't true
You shared my deepest secrets with the world
Using them against me to get your fame
I hope Hollywood recognizes you and wrings you out so dry.
All the great things you value about yourself.
Will be gone.
I'm not your fan girl.
I'm not your song.
I'm not your relinquisher
It's all over now baby.
Just wait for it to come
You will see the pain I saw
When I gave you it all.
Original poem by Kimberly LaReau.







