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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