Look up.

I'm not actually sure whether it is my smirk;
or the way the words slip of my tongue,
as though I am having fun.
Or perhaps each syllable that I pronounce
on the days when I pounce.
Maybe it's my eye's that should be blue
but are sometimes grey.
Perhaps these are what tell you that
I do not fucking lie.

So look up.
See what you created.
This thing that you have hated.
That steals away your elation.
I am your fucked up creation.

Stop looking at the floor
as though it were a fucking door.
I wont take this shit anymore.
I am not your safety net
or a god damn fucking threat.
I'm not your slave,
that you don't even pay.
I will walk away.
I'm not afraid.
I gave you my everything,
My heart and soul all for a ring
that you seem to think belongs to a chain,
with hatred for links.

Look up.
See what you created.
This thing that you have hated.
That steals away your elation.
I am your fucked up creation.

You know me better than most,
I am happy to play the fucking ghost,
You lied that I would never stand alone.
And now you just fucking groan
at who I've become.
How much I have grown.
Lies spinning from your tongue
as you tread water, you're drowning
beneath that smile that is forever frowning.

Look up.
See what you created.
This thing that you have hated.
That steals away your elation.
I am your fucked up creation.

You choose to hurt me.
To hold me down.
To spit hate at everything i say.
And you think that is okay.
I deserve it. I deserve your hate.
Your arrogance.
We were friends before the pretend,
before you shouted, that it was the fucking
end. I warned you, time and time again.
I wont suppress it till the end.
These chains are wrong, and I am strong,
They can't hold me.
You have me on my knee's and
from here i can see what it feels like to be free.

Look up.
See what you created.
This thing that you have hated.
That steals away your elation.
I am your fucked up creation.