The victim in me
An oddity from a family, friend or lover,
Would often eat into my personal power,
Where an absent word, a sigh or a frown,
Could quickly turn my life upside down.
My mind would slip into an overdrive,
Where questions and possibilities began to pile,
What is he thinking? why did she sigh?
Is it just me? or am I living a lie?
I searched for answers year on year,
Repeatedly got self doubt and fear,
Where my peace, joy or even self belief,
Was defined by another, a world outside of me.
So, I fought for a way to gain my power back,
It was always in me, drowned by feelings of lack,
It took a powerful goal, perseverance and passion,
To kill the victim in me and its need for validation.