Broken Bond

I swear you’re haunting me even in death, I can feel your breath, breathing down my neck, I can’t catch a break even for a sec, you’re under my skin like some sort of insect, your hatred pours out in some of my sentences, so I’m asking what my sentence is, am I doomed to a hellish existence? What are my chances, of stepping out of your shadow and making real advancements, when every corner I turn I find another one of your abandonments, I just want to start again, get out of the pen, that you turned into a cage, I realized the bars existed at a young age, you never wanted me to escape, didn’t expect me to end up being brave, but I broke your mold, happiness isn’t bought or sold, it’s created through experiences both had and told, but lies only turn a young hopeful soul, into something bitter and old.