Pain Becomes Drive

In the quiet, haunting echoes of my mind, The pain you caused still lingers, intertwined. You shattered my trust, left me so frail, But from that sorrow, I learned to prevail.

The love I once felt, so tender and pure, Twisted into hatred, a heartache to endure. But in that searing hatred, I found a spark, A fierce determination to rise from the dark.

Your cruelty became my unyielding drive, Fueling a fire to not just survive, But to thrive in a world you tried to break, To forge a new path, my own fate to make.

Yet, beneath the strength and the will to succeed, Lies a sadness, a wound that continues to bleed. It's tragic, really, after all these years, That my heart still harbors these bitter tears.

Mom, Dad, I wish it weren’t true, But even now, I can’t forgive you. The hate you sowed, the pain you gave, Lives on in the drive that makes me brave.

From the ashes of your betrayal, I arose, With a heart that’s hardened, but a will that grows. I’ve turned my hurt into my greatest might, But I mourn the love lost to endless night.

In every triumph, in every gain, There’s a shadow, a whisper of the pain. For while I’ve learned to stand tall and strong, The hate you planted still feels so wrong.

I move forward, fueled by the past, A journey of healing, slow but steadfast. But it’s sad to say, as I forge ahead, I still hate you, Mom, and I still hate you, Dad.