The cutlass you have so cruelly
placed in my back has started
to hinder my movement
in this world.

What were you thinking
when you placed it there?
Did you believe I wouldn't find it
or maybe that I just didn't care?

It pains me to see that you hold no
compassion in your heart for me.
Don't you see, you've driven
me back to the tattered
person I used to be?

I opened every door for you,
and you slammed them in my face.

I seasoned every day for you,
and you told me it had a nasty taste.

I put my best face forward,
and still you pushed me away.

How can you, after all you've done,
come to me and expect all to be
forgiven??

YOU destroyed the foundation
of your pedestal with your petty
mind games.

So now I ask of you,
how could you conceive it to be,
that I would build you another
after the way you have tortured me?

Written January 13, 1998 age 18

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