The Disease I Didn't Choose

To The Disease I Didn't Choose,

"Hello, it's me, Angela, I'm sure you remember me, because I sure remember you. I remember how you came into my life, that subtle pleasure, just a double edged knife, the way you gradually intruded my thoughts and demolished my dreams, were barely the beginning of your tyrannical regimes. I see now that you were just biding your time, patiently waiting for the moment to snap my spine, to declare a last, SHE'S ALL MINE!"

Like a shady used car sells man, you had me sold on promises of fun, popularity, and the opportunity to just be numb, but I didn't read the small print, it contradicted all your lies, the only truthful aspect that you failed to let me recognize. It stated how you lied, stole lives, and selfishly manipulated, there was not one person immune, all of us you hated. Cunning, charming, and oh so baffling, you're a disease that this culture should be cancelling. Instead your power holds your victims captive, and like a bomb your intentions are radioactive. You're an expert on running game, telling us that we caused our own pain, it was our fault we were so easy to destroy, it was your agenda to ensure our turmoil.

You started with making us believe we were not in denial, yet the whole time it was you that orchestrated our downward spiral. No matter how low you took us, how much you stole from us, Oh no, this isn't over yet, I have more to discuss. I lost my kids, my family, my home, all of it you had planned, every second of it you had known. You took all that I loved, everything I ever had, Oh mother fucker you make me so damn mad. Because of you I hurt others who didn't deserve to be, and you refuse to take credit, blaming it all on me. Well listen here, cause I beg to differ, it was obvious it was you who was making me sicker. I can still hear that voice, so cold and persuasive, you never allowed me a choice, keeping me complacent. Your directives were clear, maniacal, and strict, like an old rerun I knew the script. It was always the same, I'm worthless, and unloved, but hold on a minute, I believe you misjudged. You got your leverage from my fears, which gave you control over the years, hope, peace, and love you kept me deprived, but even through your torture I'm still alive. Your ego made you oblivious, dumb, and blind that my strength was notorious, it was a matter of my mind. And with that sliver of hope and bit of clarity, I declared you my number one public enemy.

Oh no, you don't get to speak, shut up and listen, it's you who is weak, for now my time has risen. You prey on the broken, the vulnerable, and the lost, seducing them in, naive to the cost. You're a thief and a coward, a pathetic excuse for evil and power. You've given me a lifetime of war, the difference now is your victory is no more. I will defeat your will every single second, because now my pain is no longer your weapon. This battle is constant, a perpetual conflict, and though I may faulter , struggle, and waiver, each day will always end in my favor. So let me be clear, crystal and concise, my life will not be your sacrifice, this onslaught you'll forever loose, because you are the disease I didn't choose.