The Demon inside my heart,
Running through my veins and my mind
You damaged me without showing  your face
Yes I am Stronger,
Than I would be if you were here.
I would thank you
But the thought of it makes me ill.
The thought of seeing your worthless face alone will make me want to *****.

You could have been worse.
Could have stuck my mother.
Molested my siblings and I.
But to leave five young children
With an Ill mother,
To me, Is unforgivable.

If you had beaten us,
I would have a real reason to curse your rechid soul as I do.
Perhaps the rage and hatred is all in my mind.
But I care not.
For you now hold no breath, and no claim to me.