Those Monsters
We always say that we’ll never end up like those monsters
Those monsters that abused us
That lied to us
That manipulated us
Stabbed us in the back
What they did caused us to have bottled emotions,
we kept that anger, sadness, drought, disgust and all bottled up
Until one day we let it out only to notice that
I've become what I've tried to avoid my whole life.
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