Once I was to blame

You have reclused,
      slowly closed for years,
retreated into your own chimeric world,
                      You've blocked out
all the love you felt
  abandoned everyone who cared-
(or so they said)
you cut your strings,
and became your own puppet master,
    Then silently, you began
 to take revenge, worked to mold me
        into your own little marionette,
the greed tainting your tongue as you became the
 controller,
         tugging and pulling,
shaping me into what you wanted to see,
you bolted shut the mouth that once
      uttered in syllabals defiant
of all control,
          used your malicious hands
to rip apart my walls
placed sweet smiles on your lips,
         spit venom in pretty little packages
wrapping around every thought subduing
                     me into acceptance
and once I gave in, all the beauty gave way
      every blemish you found, you cut out
contorting me to cover the holes,
     The venom began to seep through the paper,
acid burning
            the harsh truth into every pore
by then it was to late,
      who I once was, lost,
buried under
the layers of lies you placed upon me,
yet, I never blamed you
never hated who I became,
      It was not until I was abandoned,
left cut-loose and limp,
       a puppet pile in the ruins of your love
               did I begin to see,
that it was me who was not enough.