You wanted to escape it; to free yourself,
A dove in the pantry; it wasn’t fit for you,

Maybe if things had been different,
Maybe you would have lived easier,

And you were oh so toxic,
My bones would melt from radiation,
From the hate spewed from your mouth,

But weren’t you taught that?

If your parents were not religious,
Would you still feel that anger? That hatred?
Would you still have shamed me for my own?

We could have ended things nicer,
I do not regret leaving at all,
But I do wish you had better support,
For those feelings to go somewhere,
Rather than back at me,