What I'Ve Become Poem by Israh Sadan

Bitter memories fall around inside me
Like shattered pieces of a fragile heart.
They cut and slice
Each time I breath
I want to leave.

But these claw marks
Are your marks.
You hold me tight
Out of fear or spite?
Is this trial or torture?
What are you punishing me for?

For loving you?
But you loved me first.
You came to me on bended knee
I had the power
And gave you happiness, wedded bliss.
What did I miss?
How did I end up like this?
I don't recognise the face I see.
Is this broken women really me?

Where is the strength, the pride, the wit?
I can't just give up yet!
I'm smart, Smarter than you.
And I'm strong.
This is wrong.
I need to take back my life.
My time
My voice.

I can't really blame you for what I've become.
I let it happen - just don't know when it begun.
You're a man not a monster.
I don't fear you.
You loved me once,
But hate what I'm now.
I have to take back my life somehow.