I wrote this while with my best friend. its the only way i could express how i felt towards my father for abusing me emotionaly for the majority of my life. I have only told her, but i feel like i am trapped and i just need to say something so here it goes i guess... Sit down, shut up. Shut up and take it, take the anger, take the truth, the truth that you ain't who you thought you were. You thought you wre the King, the One, the Almighty. The almighty everything who had all the power. all the power you don't have. You have fear. Fear inside you that bursts into anger, anger that you force onto me. You hate it, you hate you have no power, no control. You're scared you'll lose me, but you have no choice, no choice but to sit there and take it. Take the fact that I'm not your little girl. The little girl who looked up to you and worshiped your every word. Your every word that had later led to destroy me, destroy my faith and hope. Hope that would lead me to stop my own pain. The pain that now takes over m being. But I am me and you can't change that. YOu can try all you want but I will stand my ground and be me, not you. So sit there and take it. Take my words and let them sink in. Sink into your mind, body, and soul. The soul that is damned to hell where you will learn for your mistakes. Mistakes you made and will never forget. Never forget that I changed and grew like i will never forget that you didn't. It feels good to get this out there, where ever there is... i don't really know if anyone is reading this, but it was a shot in the dark. I thought writing, painting, smoking, and cutting would relieve the pain, but it doesn't. I am currently at a loss of hope and I'm scared i won't get better.