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Mask of Love (Part 4)

Mask of Love (Part 4)

Even if the love was fake the fact that is was possible will anger for my remaining days
The very fact that you were possible of change and yet you never swayed from your unloving ways
You say I’m still a baby, but what are the exigency of a baby a diaper maybe for 16-year-old baby, or the tender love and care which you are failing to provide
I swear on my life, the way you change your mind will drive me insane
One second you love, the next that love is fake
But you will always be the same
“there is the nothing new under the sun” like you my “father” will always be incapable of love
The time to act like you cared was when I was young, dumb and felt unloved
Even though the love is still not there, I really couldn’t care less to address you with formalities, and you changing the normalities in the household
The way to raise a child is with consistency, but if all you can do is consistently change your opinion then there will be no winning with you
Yes, now I’m older wiser and emotionless to love, you want to form the basis of our ‘relationship’ on what
A word that is no more than an empty feeling to me, something so void and pointless to me, a vacuum of futility to me
And yet you don’t see the raging indignation I harbour for thee, indignation: anger provoked by unjust treatment a word that describes everything that I could ever feel towards you
It remains at just us two, me and you, I look after myself wash my dishes do my laundry and bed myself
And a so-called man you are fails to consume, clean, and care for himself without the involuntary help of a slave, his useless unloved babe
There are too many emotions that I’m struggling to express,
Hatred
Angered
Pissed
Provoked
Yet, I make no action, while you sit back relaxing, I’m busy doing the dishes while your wife works to pay our taxes
Oh, how I wish she would leave you
But I’m at a point in my existence that all my resistance is useless, I have surrendered to whatever agenda you have in store, and with that, there is no more for me say
Except that for the hate you gave, treating me like a slave, as much I wish you would go to your grave, all I have to say is thank you and good day.
 

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