Tears of anger fall and fall, they are hot and salty. I grind my teeth as hard as I possibly can to keep myself from saying hateful things to the one I call Father. I look at him with nothing but pure hate. Then he smiles like he is enjoying my piercingly hateful gaze. For I have let him win, although I tried to hide the tears before he saw but it was too late. I want to walk out the front door and never look back with no regrets then I think 6 more years.
