Haunted and Scarred

You entered my life in a gust of bravo with your eye on the prize
Chaos and pain in the guise of care and concern
Only to be revealed when I was at my weakest
Then you won what you had sought

A cycle of despair and hope intertwined
This time will be different, this was the last
You had me by the throat
All I could do was grin and not let on

You come in so many forms
Each time altering but always the same
To break me down for your control
Hurt and confused you continued to win

To break free of your grasp was my prize
You still haunt me, in your many forms
Although stronger now
I remain haunted, scarred of the memories