Cold

I hate you.

I hated the way you taught me tough love.

The way you watched me grow with a hard heart.

The way not to let trust fool me.

My bitterness is sour.

You had your chance to treat me like dirt, when i was defenseless.

Now i have grown, grown with a hushed mouth.

No longer in your emotional, degrading, accusing, mental abuse.

My silenced words are spoken, for now i see the mess you truly are.

And i pity your insecure, defenseless heart.

For now i am strong. 

And you see everything i have become.

So now i thank you for your tough love.

I am strong enough to know you lack the true love of a parent.

That was the most i ever got from you.