Poetry: "disappear here" by Linda M. Crate

with folded hands

against my lap

i always had to endure

you furious tirades

against someone or something

even when my hands

were bleeding

i'd receive no aid 

only distractions from my sorrow,

and you always focused on 

all the wrong things;

making me feel insignificant and small

when you locked me away in your

gilded cage of friendship

which was really just an emotional prison

so you could pioneer the strings

and be the puppeteer of

my life—

i was finally able to grab the knife,

and so i severed the ties

between us;

i refuse to be anyone's slave

done crucifying my dreams for anyone's 

comfort or warmth

i am wild

terrifying and beautiful

meant to be loved as i am and you could never

understand that

so you don't deserve me—

you keep knocking

on the door

trying to open it with old keys,

but i've changed all the locks and the 

door itself;

there's no place for you in my life now

so disappear here.