From the bottom of my heart

kaboom

I woke up to the noise of your incessant nagging
The voice that once,
Sounded so wonderful, so comforting
To me,
Now resemble nails scratching on
The blackboard,
Tearing at my hair
Relentlessly throwing accusations at me
Demeaning me with every vile word that drips from your lips
You say
I lie
I bully you
But
Only God knows
That you're the pot
And I merely told the truth.
You always closed your ears to me,
Locking me out of the house I once lived in.
The truth has not set me free, you all have lied!
If it had then what is this pain!
What is this sorrow!
What the hell is this fury!
I'm the kettle, with water boiling boiling
Inside me,
Ever so vigorously, but
I can only take so much.
Till I explode and hurt every one of you
And not feel any guilt.