Life owes me nothing

There was nobody available for us children

To take care, to hold, to lead

To love

We grew like mushrooms after a hard rain

The others learnt to protect themselves

By pleasing others and disappearing behind a cloud of

Self-destruction and self-abuse

I learnt to be angry and take revenge

By hiding my heart in an armoured treasure box and

Putting on a fierce look with two clenched fists

I took on the world that wronged me

With the intention to make it pay for

Every single scar I suffered

Only that, as a result, I became lonelier and lonelier

More and more distanced

With each day I spent in revenge

I suppose, Life owes me nothing

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