Reflections

Goodbye (Reflections on a Bullied Child’s Freedom)

I'm sorry,
but I really, really
can't bring myself
to
care.
(You never could.)

You've been pulling the SAME SHIT
since we were
FIVE.
(And you were just as stupid then.)

I just can't listen
anymore.
(I'm not crying though, can't you see?)

You're an ASSHOLE
you've always been an ASSHOLE
and you can't
see it.
(I've known it for years.)

You're BLIND
to everything
but
YOURSELF.
(I knew that, too.)

I found out
that TUNING OUT
worked, and I'm
STILL AROUND.
(Despite you.)

I had friends (and family)
who didn't care about
your STUPID
words.

And now, I've done
what YOU CAN’T.
(And I know you still think you're better)

I GREW UP.
(You were mean in kindergarten. You're pathetic now.)

I'm STILL ALIVE
(no thanks to you)
and I will never
see you
again.
(Hopefully.)

You gave me
a ton of your
SHIT
over these long nine years
and I can return it ALL
with interest.
(And I plan to.)

Goodbye.
I still have hopes for you, asshole:

I hope you DIE
horribly and painfully.
(You certainly deserve it.)

I hope you GROW UP
before someone DIES
because of YOU.
(They don't.)

I hope I will NEVER
meet you again.
(Still too soon.)

I hope to see YOUR NAME
in the tabloids
and laugh at Karma's payback.
(You deserve it.)

But really,
I hope Karma's return
of your loans
will make you realize
this shit is of YOUR OWN,
NOT MINE,
and NO ONE ELSE'S
making.
(You don't get that yet.)

Goodbye, you utter bastard.