I am no longer
who you made me up to be.
The war on my sanity,
the ghost in my world,
the endless tolerance—
no longer exists.
My software deletes
the emotional bridge.
I will not destroy myself
to keep an old story alive
Now I choose
what nourishes me.
I close
what corrodes.
I am no longer
who you made me up to be.
Victoria Cavaleri
May 15, 2026