Mydear Teacher.

I was born a geniusdegraded & hinderedaltered to satisfy the egonot my own but the teacher I should have knownthe one who taught justice to meonly ten I waspurified in the age of fantasycouldn't play with my dolls for too longshe was the calling I hadcalled me to grow up asapI had a fight to fightsacrifices to makeone being the childthe serious threat she faceddiscriminated & separatedoh she was damn well threatenedone day I will see the faceyou shot me deep downbut I rose from the ashes& not going to dig you down to a grave where it will take a decade for you to find yourselfyou did it to methreatened by a child you wereshe questioned everythingthe answers you never knew or wondered anewyou murdered her onceshe rose from the ashesshe was crystallized & hurtlaid the foundations of an angelmade her a stubborn warriormaking her thinking that she was incapableyou know the worst thingshe believed it so wholeheartedly that she failedno could dothen one day someone came to hersaid she knew aware of the differencestold her she was unique & going to fly fly away like a butterflythe butterfly you tried to murdermy dear it's been too long since you've crossed my mindthese words are inscribed today for the moment I will look right into your eyes telling all about you creativity they will call itinstantaneouslyyou will knowsomething I can only hope for those who you've ruined their mindthat life taught them to be as stronger as it taught memy dear teachermy unjust teacheryou've made me take a rain check for the rest of my lifehear these words in your heart I'm healed from your scars & here for the rest of my lifecreatively passionateinterrogating every aspect of my timeI remember the way you looked at meeven clearer now& I seewhy the paths of ours crossed nowyou've made me who I aminflicted and become the additional source of painmy fortune you had to go awayI wished you'd never returnSomeone else took me under their armsbelieved in mebelieved in my creativity& after all those years she is the teacher I knowand I see you as the antagonist the threshold I've blownyou enjoyed the consequences & I have suffered there is something I'd like to say nowTo you

Thank You.

Thank you for turning that innocent girl into a champion

One day we are going to play our last roundwhere you'll be watching meas I'm telling our fairytale-like storyall of them will be seeing the ashesyou will see bloodthe slaughter of your ownenjoy the sceneryit must seem familiar & yet too unknownhear my words nowit took me a while to contemplatea decade to be preciseI've degraded like you didruthlessly inflicted painit ends hereas the time came for me to

Thank You

You've wrecked a child and a warrior was brought to life insteadyou were a reason I questionedwhy did we ever exist

I am now making peace with youextracting each & every part of youdear teachermy dear unjust teacherthe aquarium I was isolated in you were the one that let me outI've learned to breathe before you sigheddesperate I wasno one knewlearned every aspect of social psychologyas you used me to experiment onyou wrote your paper with my blood

I will realise you no more.

My final words to you are

Thank you.

You couldn't kill that little girl, sparking the creative energy out of her soulYou couldn't murder her.And know this one thing;

YOU NEVER WILL.

And I love you now; because hate; when it matured people enough, turns into one of the many ways of love. (Coelho)

My dear unjust teacher,I love you.