By: Liz Hardie
Admit it, you usually call me the “mean one”
The one who supposedly breaks hearts
Believe me, it was not so easy for me to run
Decisions were not made by throwing darts
The pain I have been put through is not right
Abuse not many can truly understand
I was able to stay, learning to deal with the fight
The relationships I did leave, were never planned
Alcohol or a hobby, should not trump me
My opinions should matter, I should control my own life
DUIS or wrecks due to drinking is simply caused by stupidity
These things only cause a family pain and strife
Self confidence was damaged
Voice was silenced
Self respect was destroyed
Entire life was unbalanced
It was easier to say I was the bitch
Than to admit you had any faults of your own
The pain you caused isn’t healed by a simple stitch
I truly just prayed with time you would have grown
Becoming a better person can be easy if you would try
Unfortunately my wounds will last forever, stuck in my mind
If you want to be a good person, stop hurting and stop telling lies
Admit it, you have faults, dig deep and be kind
Knowing now I am not the “mean one” or “the bitch”
Just trying to protect myself from more pain
I now have confidence, a voice, self respect, and balance, its a great switch
I do not hate you, I actually thank you for showing me my strength
I may not forget, but I do forgive and it is great to finally admit this to you