Dearest of my Foes,
Listen up, this is especially for you!
Why is it me that you chose?
Why is it my world you had to turn grey and blue?
Do you remember that time,
That I was struggling, I was on the steepest part of my lifes climb?
Yes? Do you?
Do you remember how,
I was always that happy little girl, tried to live in the present, tried to live in the now?
I think you remember my dear foe, I think you do very clearly.
Do you also remember how you ripped me off my climb?
Do you remember how you beat me to the ground, committing your crime?
You should also remember how you slowly over years,
Cut out my heart, and added to my fears.
You clearly remember this, I know.
I saw the pure enjoyment in your face, that time you nearly suffocated me outside in cold snow.
And after you, the once so vibrant and happy child,
Was a wreck. Now she was burning on the inside, barley smiled.
But with every fire in my life,
Ive always tried to overcome the strife.
I managed to with even the biggest fire, even you.
Ive managed to paint over my world of grey and blue.
So I hope you are proud of what youve done,
I hope you see the sense in taking others happy lives away, taking their fun.
At least for me, you havent changed a thing.
Im happy now, and you remain nothing, but a little bee sting.
And i dont know if you know,
But bees die after stinging their prey, so I hope you got what you wanted out of this, I hope you got your show.
And I just want to say,
That my heart is mine again, Ive thrown you out of my life, and you will never, ever, ever, be able to stay.