I am not glad for this pretend,
Your pathetic whines,
I refuse to mend,
I know the pain within your sleeve,
You chose your own path,
My way was to leave,
I will no longer be at bay,
Monster I am called,
Alive I shall stay,
Today I will choose my own fate,
I'll give you a hint,
Others are not bait,
For the time this is what I am,
To be pushed this way,
I am not your lamb,
You and I both know I deceive,
But this web of lies,
Myself did not weave, |
Submission Name: My Final Line
