I can no longer protect the one who hurt me the most, and I officially declare myself as independent and free.
Goodbye for now to The Powers That Beat, I am growing so tired of that nightmare where I cannot move my feet.
I am one today, but I am not alone; my DNA and birthright does not make me a clone.
Any genetic disorders, whatever they may be; will never again stand in the way for my fight to be free.
My bloodline alone comes right back to you, and your ridiculous denials are nothing new.
I must protect myself from your twisted mind, never forget, late last night, you left me behind.
You may think I have forgotten all your hysterical pleas, but I am legally required to remind you of these.
I hope you are ready for what lies ahead, because I do not think anyone else will agree this was all in my head.
You may dispose of my photos, writings, and more, I am sorry you do not realize you have officially now escalated funny money into a full-fledged war.
You declared this yourself, on March the Fourteenth, and I will expect it in writing before the next April 15th.
You no longer manipulate my ID or actions and blame; for I am not the one who falsely claims to be poor.
You may find it a little bit harder to blame it on crazy and point the finger at me; I am posting it here for the whole to see.
Do not blame my siblings or my father's new wife; material wealth should mean more value than your own child's life.
I got excluded from the human genome, stop feeding me crazy, just bring it back home.
The suicide note I once left in your possession, should no longer be guarded as your greatest protection.
I defy the heritage that left me broken inside; any tears I have shed will finally subside; I no longer will allow myself to be tried by the ridiculous facade that has given YOU a false sense of pride.
I am now on my own, as was always the case; it is so very sad you thought of this as a race.
I will honor your request to sever all ties; it is long overdue that I be free from your lies.
I never signed on to your game of deception, there was much more at stake than a strangers' perception.
So just as you once photographed my tattoo, sadly but surely, this one joke is on you.
I doubt you heard my very last words, but they were words of sincerity I hope that you'll review because my concern was genuine; just too familiar, we discussed nothing new.
I defy my heritage and reject your faith; I think I am worth more than an aborted mistake.
I declare my freedom and reject your "good faith" I am sorry you believe I was your biggest mistake.
You are so transparent it is easy to see, I hope you leave this behind the same way you left me.
My bloodline runs deeper than your maternal pride; I pray for your sake psychosis is real, for I see no other way your pain will ever be healed.
I am over and done with this stupid game, I gave you more than one warning to amend your tax claim.
So as I fight for my freedom, my health and my name, I hope your psychosis protects you from shame.
I must no longer allow trauma to guide me through life; I cannot worry about details as you become a new wife, you are correct in your assessment that you have earned all the "things" you cling to for dear life.
If there ever was a time to say, "This too shall pass...," then please go ahead and kiss my tattooed fat ass!
It is time to start to focus on answers...
The events leading me into this circle of despair must no longer guide me through life.
If I am to escape the vivid memories of past,
Now, it is time to live free or die, I hope for one day that my focus can last.
Today I am asking for hope, "please give me one last chance to live free from fear."