My only regret….

spiteful past chaining me down
while nightmare speak their language of horror
regretful choices never thought I will make
but those choices let me towards my doom
my regretful choice is being created
into this void of unwanted wars
between my backbones
who poisoned the perfect picture of a family
hateful sorrow sharpen the shards
tears that are held back while the smacks
towards the soft roses of my mothers' skin
who cherished my difference and his characters
but really believing she has no other choice
and no other way
to support my success
except with his finances
mother, my beautiful backbone
weeps every day while his pleasure punching guilt
down her throat,
as she gulps pills of relief so she can at least dream
but that is polluted with his constant
request of serving him like a king
every day this horror destroys every dream insight
so this is my regret is for being his source of excuse
shred his thrones on my rose.

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