You are not to know
Your words tear me apart
I would rather you were
Oblivious
Your words tear me apart
I would rather you were
Oblivious
You are not to understand
The pain I feel
The casual cruel memories
Your words bring back
You are not to blame
For the raging fire
The scorching inferno
My tatterdemalion self
You are not to guess
My triggers of depression
Which bring me
To abjection
You are not to have power
In my company
Over me
Or any other
You are not to exist
As a threat any more
You are not ‘TO BE
OR NOT TO BE’
You are not a doubt
In my life to me
I want you to get this
This Certainty
You are not my childhood
You are not my past
I am not
What you did to me!