Thank You
Thank you for helping shape me into the person that I am today;
Thank you for causing me to hold a ton of hate;
But most importantly, thank you for allowing me to turn all of this anger into something great.
You were there when I needed you to not be there the most;
You were around when I begged you to go away and turn into a complete ghost;
You appeared and just never went away, oh how you were such a great host.
You were there to constantly doubt the things that I did;
You still saw me even when I thought I hid;
It was as though I was some sort of bid.
Your constant reminders that I will fail made me think that the things that you said were true;
You hated me so much that I began to hate myself too;
Everything was so continuous that I began to think that I was incapable of doing anything new.
As I finish pouring my heart out to you;
I would like to say this again: thank you.
Thank you for allowing me to think the worst about myself;
Thank you for giving me the chance to not care about my health;
Thank you for allowing me to think that I didn’t have a chance at a single strand of wealth;
But most importantly, thank you for being there so I could have someone to blame for my future wealth.
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