Biological Excuse

Hatred, is what I feel for you. Pain is all you gave to me. You beat me down, broke my spirit, shattered my faith. You got excited killing me, that little boy. I am now your hate, your anger, your rage. I am the sharp cold you feel inside. You called me names, you degraded me, just to amuse you. You fed me lies wrapped in presents, clothed me in tears. I am your illness, your pain, your aching arthritis. I am the ulcer in your stomach, I am the voice in your head. You pummeled me with excrushiating violence. You let out all your calculated aggression on my body. I am the knife that cut you, the thorn in your side. I am the soap in your eye, the cigarette you choke on. You messed with my head, my pride, my self esteem. You dragged me down with you, lowering my standards. Of all these things you did to me, The worst of all, You never believed in me, Never thought I was worth a thing. You watch now, mark my words, The world will soon know, The world will soon be saying my name.