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them on any infraction they make.</p><p id="db6c">My wife and I fight constantly. I say I will change, but that is only to keep her at bay. She loves me enough to believe it, though sometimes I think she is becoming wise.</p><p id="b512">At work I am never wrong, it is always some dumb motherfuckers’ fault as to why things went sour. <i>Never mine. </i>To admit fault would be to admit that you were right. That I would never amount to anything. That I would always be a failure with a capital FAIL.</p><p id="fb43">No! I will never let you see me like that. Never let yo

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ur eyes stare me down into thinking you are better than me.</p><p id="ae9e">I have figured you out and figured out how to block your voice. I no longer hear you. You no longer control me. I’ve drowned you out with my drinks, my exercise, and my control.</p><p id="056c">I control my world.</p><p id="d72a">Your world is nothing, just glass. That is why I broke all the mirrors in this house. You will never be able to look at me again. I gained control the day I shattered you.</p><p id="5a26">Or did I?</p><p id="732a"><i> Nicole Barden 1/17/2021</i></p></article></body>

Gained Control

Who is controlling who

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The rage I have for you boils over into so many facets of my life.

I am short with my kids, always willing to criticize them on any infraction they make.

My wife and I fight constantly. I say I will change, but that is only to keep her at bay. She loves me enough to believe it, though sometimes I think she is becoming wise.

At work I am never wrong, it is always some dumb motherfuckers’ fault as to why things went sour. Never mine. To admit fault would be to admit that you were right. That I would never amount to anything. That I would always be a failure with a capital FAIL.

No! I will never let you see me like that. Never let your eyes stare me down into thinking you are better than me.

I have figured you out and figured out how to block your voice. I no longer hear you. You no longer control me. I’ve drowned you out with my drinks, my exercise, and my control.

I control my world.

Your world is nothing, just glass. That is why I broke all the mirrors in this house. You will never be able to look at me again. I gained control the day I shattered you.

Or did I?

Nicole Barden 1/17/2021

Mental Health
Self
Poetry
Anger
Criticism
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