minihulk

It felt like I was dreaming when I was really standing in reality.
The clouds passed by and the cars zoomed by.
Even then my mind was just trying to process what I had heard.
I was trying to understand how my past could be repeating its self.
It felt like a dream and reality never felt so real.
Numb on the inside and outside shattered like glass crashing towards the ground.
The impact of it shattered me and I was all over the place.
How can my past have been coming back up.
It’s like someone threw up in my face.
It was like all that trust I had with that person didn’t matter.
Evil and deceiving.
Always pretending to care when in reality there was nothing to trust.
Evil people with no hearts and only wanting to hurt the people I loved.
Not this time through because I stood up and I did not waiver.
I shared the same womb with my sister.
She had seen me suffer all those years and never left my side.
She had never once left me when I needed her the most.
Thinking about it makes me so angry and sad.
I thought that evil person was my friend.
That evil person destroyed my sister’s childhood. 
Teared it from her out of anger and evil.
She had been told once to never do that again.
However, the demon came and tore my sister apart.
The demon denied every bit of it in front of my face.
I can never forgive and forget someone who lies and does not want to make amends.  
I know when enough is enough.
Cutting these strings that are my bloodline.
Cutting them is the right choice I choose not to be a part of an evil bloodline. 

I can acknowledge a bloodline only if I want.
Their blood will always run in my veins but I am not one of them.
My mother’s blood runs stronger in our hearts and soul.
She is the one that has taught us how to love and let go.
This isn’t really a poem at all its a bit of the truth and a poem.
I am angry and this time everyone will know.
I am going to write a book and rewind back into time.
I am going to show the world your cruel ways and there is no way anyone can stop me.