Choosing me

Literally the best possible thing to happen to me was leaving you 

I felt suffocated for the last few years

With the number of unnecessary dramas and whining 

Sure, there were good times 

But were they really worth it?

You were suffocating,

A snake in guise of a necklace, 

A bear trap in guise of an anklet, 

Oh? Did that sound 'bitchy' by any chance?

Well, it is supposed to be. 

No matter what happens, 

Somehow you are always the victim, and me?

The villain. 

I honestly don't care anymore, 

The first year me has cried enough over you,

But no more am I going to waste my precious tears and sanity over you 

You drove me insane (and definitely not in a good way),

Your venom slowly trying to infiltrate my mind and body 

But no more, will I allow that to happen

I kept that venom accumulated in my throat,

Just trying to be alive.

Now, I will be living my best life,

For I have spat out the venom that had been existing in me

I will be happy 

For I have freed myself of the coils around my throat

You can say what you want about me 

Think whatever you want to think 

I don't care anymore

I look at you and feel nothing, see nothing and hear nothing

You went from being one of the important statues in the Friendship Island 

To being the orbs in the Forgotten Memories in a matter of seconds 

Indicating how much you had shaken the limits of the Island

You were so on the edge of the Island that 

One more push just led you to the void in my mind

I don't care about the memories anymore,

They are long forgotten

Literally flung into the void 

The moment you uttered those hurtful words 

If you have any emotional awareness, 

You would know

Two years of me controlling myself and my anger is a feat 

I celebrate myself for that 

None of the credits go to you though, 

Because all you have done is try my patience and self-control

You tried attacking me and my self worth 

But honey, you know nothing about the scars

That I bore before 

You can scream and yell all you want

But if you have ever read idioms, 

You would know that 

Empty vessles make the most noise 

So go around talking behind my back 

And I can see how low can you stoop 

And while you waste your time back stabbing 

I will be enjoying 

As the wings on my back strengthen me with each stab 

Drawing out your energy 

While you still keep attempting to stab 

Honestly it's kind of hilariously pathetic 

How hard you are trying to hurt me

Going behind my back 

Trying to restore your image in front of other people

By putting me down

Must I say it reflects more on you than me? 

Wait, you probably would not understand that 

Because you are blindfolded by irrational hate

You always have

So go ahead do whatever you want

Because when you gave me a choice 

It wasn't between anyone else

But 

Me or You 

And I choose me 

And even if given a do-over,

I will continue to choose me