like you

the days when I could look to you for comfort are gone
now I look at you and am only reminded of my sorrow.
you epitomize the unhappiness I have experienced,
and I wish nothing more than to run away.

I am overcome with grief that I may never escape this hell,
yet I take solace in my independence.
I can make my own decisions and change my own fate
and with this freedom I refuse to become like you.

comforting days are over and I am grown now.
I no longer need the mothering arms you never offered.
the poor example you set has taught me a lesson,
and I will continue become a better person than you ever were