You fucked up my life.
Riddled it with strife,
Struggle and drama,
Disrespect and masochistic dogma.
Hundreds of questions run through my mind.
Like, why did you seem to hate me all the time?
You were a cruel wardon,
Simply sadistic and saturnine.
Though I stand scarred by you
At least I’m still standing.
Yet there’s one thing I wish I knew.
Why did you have to be me?