The angry little hamster.

I once wrote this poem for a person that I thought I loved.  Saying "I thought" because it is so irrational, me loving someone who was so hurtful and controlling of me.  Constantly in a theoretical jail cell with bars that kept me emotionally paralyzed, making me stay put and continuing on the hamster wheel that I could never bust off its tracks and move forward.

I sometimes look back at conversations and scream at myself for not pointing out the contradictions and hypocrisies of the lies that were being fed to me on a daily basis.  I've lost the time and continue to lose the time when I reflect on all the things...

I try to turn it into something positive in my mind.  How did that experience make me grow?  What did I learn?  How did this help me improve myself?  But the anger fogs my thoughts when I allow myself to go there.

Anyway, I came across this poem and was touched by my own words and pleased that I thought of them.  I wish I hadn't wasted them on someone so undeserving.