it is my choice,
it had always been.
You thought I'm that angel
of a child you always thought I was
but that isn't the case.
I don't to disappoint you and
so I must adorn this mask
of being a good child.
But that is never my choice.
I am always a bad apple from the start.
The one totally rotten to the core.
I'm not influenced by my peers,
mind you.
I am their influence.
I am evil, mom, dad. And that is my choice.
You only influenced me to be kind,
but that isn't the real me.
Don't say that you've failed as parents,
you didn't! I did as your child.
Mom, dad, you're not to blame.
And you know
what else is a choice,
forgiving others.
Who are you to mock others
when you yourselves cannot pray
For others as evil, or more than, as I am.
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