Addressed to the twisted child

Dear twisted child,

My mother always told me

I hold people too close to my heart - I never listened

So I have to suffer the deep painful wounds

Of disappointment, anger, and sadness.

It seems I never learn.

I’m a slave to pain never receiving gain,

Other than more anguish.

 

Torment and torture wrapped like a distorted bow.

Soon enough I’ll grow thick skin like an alligator,

But I fear that bitterness and anger

Will quickly fill the void that is my heart,

Becoming my new outer layer.

You see, I entrusted you with my heart - I trusted you

To give it the love and care I once gave to you so effortlessly.

 

Dear delirious child,

You, like every other sorry person I’ve met in my life

Did not appreciate me.

You turned on me –

like the sun chasing away the darkness of night.

I have been brought to court, seated before a panel of partial judges-

Truth being my defense attorney -

Hate being my prosecutor.

 

Your treacherous words aggressively dug into my helpless character,

The wound could have been fatal,

but God Almighty lifted me.

See, he keeps me sane.

He gives me peace.

He keeps my mouth closed

because he knows self will be the murderer of my flesh.

 

Dear delusional child,

You’re trying to ruin me, but God has a plan for me –

a plan you can’t understand!

Messy people find messy endings,

So I let the Lord handle my vengeance.

You were my hurricane,

and I was the feeble tree that bent

refusing to break under your unforgiving winds.

 

Dear deranged child

You took the words love and family and defiled them,

bruised them, and misused them.

You mistook my kindness for weakness,

Your lips should be sewn together

with the threads of misfortune,

judgement, agony, and purged with the sword of truth

for you have mistreated the word family.

 

Your teeth have sunk into that word

and into me mercilessly for the thrill

and fulfillment of your own sick, carnal, drama driven flesh.

You do not to get to shoot me down in the street with your ignorant words.

You do not get the upper hand this day.

My character and I are both strong in the Lord and he guides us both.

Your stupidity will not take a toll on my life!

 

Dear demented child

Happiness will line my cheeks,

and the word joy will be the reason why my smile is so luminous. 

You lose today and forever more.

You lost a true friend,

but I got rid of a scandalous measly shadow that could never do me any good.

God, joy and myself will always walk side by side.

 

On the wings of God Almighty we will ride,

until it is time to meet Him in the sky

and sing joyous praises and be one.

Hope you have a wonderful rest of the day

and may your brain wreck itself

trying to figure me and this poem out.

 

 

                                                                                                                        With love,

                                                                                    The girl who friend-zoned your brother