Parasitic family cut fully from my life, always resurfacing to bring my yet more strife

I care not for the pointless waste of faith you yourselves fail to cling to

I hate these social obligations, this material garbage that you bring to

my home, this place I've made my own outside your damning shadows inside of which I've grown

If you actually cared you'd make the time instead of waiting for these holidays to bind

us in a pointless contract of long forsaken faith, your 'spirituality' is parody innate.

My honest efforts were never enough, my goodwill always laughable and so snuffed

But when you come here, against my express will, I'm expected to honor the bonds of our familial swill?

Hypocrisy in a never ending game, these simplistic rituals driving me insane, you cast me aside because I rail against the grain, I speak my mind without you hearing me again, again, again.

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Let me live, let me be, After all this time I'm FREE! Stop trying to drag me back into mediocrity. You raped my childhood with your impoverished complacency, the mindset that 'things will always be what they will be'. I have a chance at a future that I finally want to seize. Is it too much for you just to be happy for me? To let me be that man I've always wanted to be? Will you make me discard you all irrevocably?

As much as I hate my past, you're still my family. You molded me into this broken mockery, am I just the monster that you always thought of me?

If so, what hope is there for thee?

I won't live that life, a no one NPC. I AM becoming the man I want to be regardless of what you see. I take this life for all it's worth and seize my destiny, the one that I alone will shape into being. I'll walk this path of toil and harmony, a man who embraces his nature's curious duality.

The warrior in pain, discarded and betrayed. The scholar of hungry mind, slowly become so sublime. A raging beast of potent wrath quenched by the artist's noble path. Destruction and Creation, two halves of the ultimate whole. I would understand both to unburden my luminous soul, such lofty ideals my ultimately simple goal.

So stop pestering me with you drivel, I don't care. You can't buy my love with things, put in the work, meet my eyes when I stare. I won't turn my gaze from the truth, what I see sickens me and it should sicken you too.

We're all born and we all die, soon put in the ground. What matters more is what we do while we're around.