"You're definitely not
Prim and proper"
I'm still paying
For something I didn't
Have control over how it ended.
"Some of us
Don't have any morals"
I thought you were done
Making me feel
Less than you
Cutting me down
To half my size
Good thing
You couldn't see the haunted
Look in my eyes.
You don't think those words
Have the ability to hurt
Because I'm stronger
But they do
I just choose
To hide it from you.
I don't always feel
Like explaining what hurts
It usually becomes something worse
I've apologized
So many times
I've changed
You know I'm not the same
But yet
I'm still paying
I'm almost broke
What else will you think of?