I will not let you take over again, your lack of virtuous Life. You were once my hero and life line, but you gave up That right. I refuse to let you take over again with the words Of poison and betrayal sugar-coated as nice as an ad for Chocolates. There are no more bonds that we share. I release your poison from my veins With all of the rust flavored lies in the needles. I refuse to agree to any sound you make, or hold onto The betrayed lines of yarn in your web of drugged Paranoia. I give up the love that you once shoved upon me, Like a burden that I no longer with to carry without question. For now, I have learned to question everything. You will not hold me You will not hold me You will not hold me You will not hold me I will not fear my chance to speak up. I will not fear my chance to fight against the wrongs. I will not fear my chance to become something of worth. I will not fear my chance to be remembered. I will not fear my chance to be loved. I will not fear my chance to become who I truly am. To be me, to be me, Father. You have poisoned me with my own kindness. You have spiked the very soul with my knowledge. Alas, you killed my heart, but I left it unprotected. _________________________ Yeah, so.... This was a poem I wrote about my dad. It's kinda obvious, if you think about it. I started crying on my keyboard, what a mess. . . Kinda like my life lately. I've been snapping for no reason, and I really don't want that happening anymore. It's not me, it's just something that happened to me. LIke what happened with that girl. It has an affect on me, but isn't me. You know? I'm writing everything down again. Forming an outlet to my anger, hate, pain, sorrow, happiness, and whatever I feel. to stop the snapping. To stop the strangeness. To keep my world spinning, you know? Well, that's it. Good night and good luck. --Belle | 
