Feather dear how I used to be scared of you.
Remembering all those sickening things you’ve done to me.
I used to be so angry at you.
You hurt me that much.
I grew up, having that grudges.
I’m still carrying it, until today.
Mother dear said “you must forget that, that was him before, he’s changed.”
Mother dear, that’s so easy for you to say.
Because you weren’t the one who experienced those horrendous things.
I want to moved on from what happened.
But every time I see his face.
It just brings back the unpleasant memories.