Assassin.

You, who are the murderer of my emotions,

Who hides behind the cloak of a name,

Out in the open, yet unseen by the eyes,

Of kith and kin alike.

You, who taunt me incessantly,

Who poisons my head with dark thoughts,

Of ending you and cutting the ties

That enslave me to your will.

You, who I cannot go against,

Who use position and title to kill.

Does no one else see the pain that I live with?

Or are they all just scared too?

You are the assassin,

Of my emotions,

Of all my rational thoughts,

Of everything I have ever wanted to do.

You stand in the way of my dreams,

You with your dagger eyes,

With your flame-spitting tongue,

A beast by any other name.

But no, you already have a name.

I would rather that I never have to utter it,

But you expect me to call you, "Mother".