How you like me now?

"You're difficult."

I should be.

 "Selfish."

For me? I shall be.

I lick the wounds that life has maimed me with

Coming from the labyrinth this life mangles you into

I must

I've dithered between boundaries and consideration.

Almost set my soul on fire for good playing Russian Roulette like that.

 "Why are you so sensitive?"

It is my defiance. A war cry from day break. I will never stop showing up for myself.

I don't cringe in fear as you writhe in deceit. The tendrils throttled me in their grip.

And for what?

I am here to say you are wrong about me.

The warrior that I've always been who knows their weapon best.

Me.

 "You're so strong."

Does that come as a surprise to you?

A shame

I recall that you don't know me as well as you thought