I don’t want a goddamn birthday reminder
I don’t want your fake ass smile
I don’t want your name tied to mine
like a curse I never asked for
I want the truth to rip the fucking ceiling open
I want the floor to spit you out
I want the air to choke on memory
the same way I did in that house
They say you’re supposed to love your mother
but tell me—
how the hell do you love a monster in your skin?
How do you kiss a hand
that only ever knew how to hurt you?
You didn’t raise me.
You FUCKED me up.
You carved fear into my bones
taught my body it wasn’t mine
turned my childhood into a goddamn crime scene
and left me to clean up the blood in silence
And the world wants me to forgive you?
To send flowers?
To post some bullshit “thank you for everything” line?
No.
I hope you feel me in every slammed door
every cracked plate
every shaking breath I finally let out
I hope the anger burns your name off my tongue
until you are nothing but a sour taste
I spit into the dirt
I JUST WANNA SCREAM
until my throat tears open
until my lungs spit fire
until the walls that watched me suffer
learn how to fucking apologize
I just wanna scream
because someone should have protected me
Someone should have stopped you
Someone should have believed me
And now?
Now I’m the voice you can’t shut up
Now I’m the storm you can’t ground
Now I’m the survivor you couldn’t bury
This isn’t hatred.
This is me ripping your chains apart.
This is me saying you don’t own
a single fucking second of my life anymore.
This.
Is.
My.
Revolt.