It was easier when I thought they were the problem.
That if I just got out, everything would change.
I could start over and get my fair chance.
I was damaged when I left.
3 years later and the damage is still there.
I have become them,
Doing to myself everything they did to me.
I have never hated myself more than I do now.
People told me " the apple doesn't fall far from the tree"
But when I fell and the apple-picker came
They didn't pick me up and brush me off
To become better things.
No, they left me there on the ground to rot.
I never understood comparing people to apples
But I get it.
They have so much potential.
They get dropped, beaten, bruised and are still fine.
But nobody wants a rotten apple,
So they smash them.
But do you think that apple blamed the hammer?
No.
My DNA may have been that tree,
My parents the apple-picker
But with my life I am the one holding the hammer.
And there is no one to blame but myself.
