You don't get to hold me hostage and 
Complain about my presence; 
how I take up too much space. 
You don't get to blindfold my eyes and tell me 
I cannot see
how my eyes are not working
How there is something wrong with me. 
You don't get to create a monster and 
Complain how she bites. 
You don't get to but you did...
I said enough countless times before
But this time was different.
I used the resources I had left inside of me 
I swept up the memories; packed up in a box
24 years, 2 months, June 10th, 2018 
I am learning, the ups and downs
What it means
building a new life