Poem: Emancipation

I don't need the crumbs of your attention,
I don't need to be approved for my redemption.
This is the time, you see, when I decide
that this is me, even if you don't
like what you see.

You got sick of me whining,
well... I got sick of you bragging,
I got sick of your stubborn pride.
I am fed up of your stubborn lies.

I don't need the words you said but don't believed
I don't need the songs you gave to me,
that spoke of trust you didn't give.

This is the time, you see, when I get up and leave.
This will be me, the one that you'll not see
when you whine and need.
This is the time, you see, when I decide to leave.