I hate you Dad

 You disguised yourself, stood on a pedestal of your own making, and blinded us with your fake light.

A creature of the night, a vile soul pretending to be made of Light, you paraded with pride all our lives.

And we believed it because there was no other way for us to be, after all, didn't we all come from you?

You disguised yourself, preaching to your personal choir, as if you were righteous, yet fed us lies.

We fell for it hook, line, and sinker, every damn time, because we could not question your actions.

We could not doubt your words; we could not think for ourselves because your word was law.

Your word was truth, and we grew up thinking you would never lie to us.

How pathetic it is, come to think of it!

How pathetic you are, come to think of it!

When you build your life based on lies, like a sandcastle at the beach, it is not meant to stand tall.

Little by little, the truth will come out and erode your fortress, brick by brick, step by step.

Your carefully crafted persona will come undone, and your lies will fall apart.

How could you do this?

How could you lie to us?

How could you lie to her?

You built your family on a foundation made of lies. Nothing is stable, nothing will ever last.

The naked eye will see you just as you are, a monumental ego, inflated by self-soothing delusions.

You think you are grand, but you are nothing more than dirt under my boot and void into my heart.

You disgust me!

You make my skin crawl.

You make my blood boil!

My anger is suffocating me, anger for the years we lost, trusting our lives in your hands.

I want to rip you apart with my hands, but it would be best to ignore the likes of you.

You thrive with attention and admiration, so I decided to deny you both and look at you like you did to me.

With disappointment in my eyes and a frown that will never cease to crease the space between my eyes.

With disgust at the simple mention of your name. I never had peace growing up because you were a threat.

You were the sword of Damocles dangling on top of our heads, a promise of punishment for each mistake made, and a soul that was never satisfied, no matter what we did.

You were, but not anymore. Just like you used to regret having me as your kin, I will regret having you as mine.  

I will do even better as I will move on.

A life fully lived, basked in the light and glory of the truth.

A life worth fighting for, one you denied me a long time ago.

See? I don't need you anymore.

Actually, I never did, and you never were there anyway.

See? I don't see you anymore.

I chose to make peace with my past, and I will turn every piece of it you are involved in.

I don't forgive you, but I am letting you go.

Everything, my anger, my hatred, my disappointment...

Ultimately, I will let go of everything because you do not deserve another minute of mine.

I don't forgive you, but I am letting you go.

I am letting you go!