i've been waiting for freedom.

freedom from you.

free from all your hurtful remarks.

free from your immaturity.

free from all your lies.

free from your pain.

you purposefully and willingly make me feel the way I do: insecure, lonely, sad, hurt. you give me all this pain and don't make an effort to familiarize yourself with my smile.

how could you?

how could you bring all this pain into my life?

how can you watch me crumble over and over again?

what makes you think you are superior to me and everybody else?

the answer: you don't know what kindness and empathy are. you don't know what love looks like.

it's about time you learn so.

it's about time that you learn so many things.

because your brain is a cluttered room with a broken lightbulb.