Skeletons In The Closet

You pushed me down

to be your stepstool

so you could stand a little taller.

You knocked me down

to be your stepping stone

so you would not be dragged in mud.

You painted me

to be a villainous monster

so you could be the dashing hero.

You beat me down

until I forgot who I was,

just a pulp of who I wanted to be.

I broke your chains,

I dug my way out,

I found my way free.

Without me

to take the fall for you,

your secrets feasted

and the skeletons in your closet

had their last supper.