Like Me....Like Him

He don’t like me I don’t like him He abused me He used me He falsely accused me I didn’t deserve this The walls of Hell, He should kiss Often I reminisce Of how my childhood Should’ve been filled With bounties of bliss Instead I had feelings Of wishing I or he Was dead so that I Could no longer hear Those pathogenic phrases In my head that the Other spirit in him led. I still feel that way I’m sad to say He was the worst thing That could’ve happened to me Because of him My well-being was never Part of my history I don’t know why He’s still alive I’ll never return home Until he’s dead I don’t want to Hear anymore pathogenic, Phrases from the pitiful Possessive imposter. Instead I want to be fostered In with words of praise For the rest of my days Not his verbal slave I said it before and I’ll say it again It’s the same now As it was then..... He don’t like me. I don’t like him. He abused me. He used me. He falsely accused me.