Dear past oppressors,
I don't forgive your malice.
I don't know if I ever will.
The damage done is certain,
all your taunts, they haunt me still.
My self-image has been shattered.
My mental health as well.
I fell into a state of darkness
losing hope you worked to dispel.
But joke's on you, foul despots,
because now things are looking up.
I got myself the help I need
and have people to back me up.
So in a way, your efforts failed.
Give up, go home, you're through.
I know better than to listen, now,
to heartless beasts like you.