Freak.
Who are you to label me?
You don't even know me.
You don't even know what a freak is.
I hate you.
I swear to God I do.
Nothing's ever good enough for you.
Soon I won't be here for you to hate,
for you to label,
for you to piss off.
Soon you'll see just what your words did all those years.
I'll leave you and never return.
You're the one that pushed me away,
you're the reason I hurt,
you're the reason I hate.
I wish I could make you feel my pain.
I wish you'd have some compassion,
but you don't,
and you won't,
and I'm only wasting my time.
You'll never be happy with who I am,
and I'll continue to resent you.
Someday you'll look back,
I pray,
and see that you drove me away,
that you never accepted me,
that I was never fucking good enough.
You're controlling, prejudice, ignorant, and most of all,
you're a tyrant.
My tyrant.
One day you'll look back,
I pray,
and not only see my words on a page,
but cry,
feeling their truth.
That is my sinister endeavor.
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