"Delicate little you," you called me. 
My beliefs defined you.
My ignorance let you leech on.

You.... 
Think I am powerless.
Think I am unguarded.
Think I am breakable.
And you dwelled comfortably satisfied.

You.... 
Made my life complicated.
Mooched on to my vulnerability.
Lied to me.
And you used & abused me.

You.... 
I see you clear.
I see your game.
I see your disguise.
I see you now.
And it is you who is frail.

You.... 
Stand on me to survive.
There is no room,
to breathe beside you.
And no more I say.

You.... 
Stay away and afar.
Ego, I cast you out.
And now I call you, 
"delicate little you."

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