Dragged.

[serveitup61]

Imagine everything hurts.
It hurts and I'm being dragged.
The dragging is the worst.

I'm being pulled along
And whatever's dragging me
Doesn't stop.

Whatever is pulling me,
By the collar in the dirt,
Has no idea it's dragging me.

Not sure how it happened like this.

At one point, I was the one dragging.
I liked it.
I felt powerful.

I felt above that despicable, lovely thing
I was pulling along the ground.

At one point I must have tripped,
And the creature got up
And began to pull.

It pulled. ****ing hard.

To this day, because of it,
I am helpless.

Everything is dirt:
In my mouth,
My clothes and hair,
My ears and eyes.

All because of one lovely thing.

Keep pulling, thing, one day I'll beat you.
So it keeps on dragging me.
Yes, she keeps on dragging.

[Bar22do]

Hmmm, so now, she has the upper hand, sounds like it's time to break the pattern!
And, perhaps, only a thought, you could trim your poem a bit.
I also definitely prefer poems aligned to left.
Enjoyed discovering your writing! Thanks for sharing,
Bar

[Buh4Bee]

She sounds like a dragging hag!