Puppetmaster

Nine years old crying under my bed,
you were the monster inside me.
Begging you to stop, tears streaming down my face
sobbing into the pillow, I wished for death.
You broke me down again and again
I was a child, but you wanted more.
You wouldn't stop.
You're the skeleton in my closet,
the reasoning behind my scars,
the monster under my bed,
the thing hiding in the dark at night.
You are the puppetmaster
but I am no longer your puppet.
I will never be your puppet
again.