I Believed You

I believed you

when you told me

I wasn’t good enough.

You never said it


to my face.

If you had,

I would have had a chance

at defending myself.

I would have had a chance

to see the ugliness

of this lie.

But you were smarter than that.

You surrounded me.

Tiny whispers,


None, loud enough

to stand out.

None, loud enough

to consciously register.

The whispers seeped in

to the deepest part of me.

A quite toxic stream,

carried me away

from truth.

The current

wore away my edges.

Slowly convincing me

to hide the traits

I hold most dear.

I believed you,

when you told me

I had to give up

who I am.