Hatred
I hate you. I abhor you.
If I knew, everything I do now
From the beginning I would have left
And not come back
This is how you made me
But finally I am ready.
Eighteen years of suffocation
Has brought me to a resolution
There will be a revolution
Between me and the two
Who never understood
All I wanted was freedom
Which you seldom gave
Though I behaved.
I hope the chains
Were worth all the pains
You placed upon yourself.
I bore them all my life
But not anymore
I am evening the score
Remember my face
Because once I leave
Only my back you will see
Since I am not coming back
I will finally be free
Of the iron cuffs that once held me bound
No more will I be pinned down.
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