Counting Down My Sanity Poem by Ellie Sutton

2000
Time to make a change.
No more detours, deliberation, distractions,
Excuses won’t excuse you now.
Make a change. Rearrange.

1800
Make sure you follow the plan.
Don’t allow temptation to cloud your mind
Like a fog. Indulgence won’t mask your guilt now.
Stick to the plan, stick-it-to-the-man.

1600
You’re getting it now.
Feel that? That’s control, concise and complete.
We’re growing stronger, sweetie, closer now.
You’re getting there. Dream to dare.

1400
Time to listen out for me.
I’ll keep you guarded, your secret safe.
They whisper, they stare, “she won’t see it through.”
Ha!
Listen only to me. I’ll set you free.

1200
I can’t do it all for you.
Come on. The end will justify the means.
I mean, the end is all you cling to now.
Push yourself, forget your health.

1000
Show me that you want it.
You’ve not heard of “less is more”?
Yes.
Less is more selfless, sweeter to taste.
Show me you want it, bit by bit.

800
Time to ditch all doubt.
You knew my intent- you’re in for the haul.
You’ll can’t be happy if you cast me out now.
I know you doubt- don’t argue, don’t shout.

600
Sweetie, don’t you know it yet?
You’re mine. Thoughts? Time? Taken.
Tough.
What’s yours is mine “’til death us do part.”
You must have known, the loyalty I’ve shown.

400
Time to leave any pride you store.
You’re failing anyway- you’re battered, brittle.
Broken.
A thorn amongst roses, dimmest of the stars.
So abandon your pride. Don’t try to hide.

200
There’s no going back.
Your path’s already tailored, designed by me,
And I hadn’t even finished the final touches.
Shame.
You won’t go back to the life you lack.

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