I rebuke you.
Away with you who are weak, Holding me down as you search for pityAmongst those who love you.Welcoming pain, Enjoying the exstacy, Bathing in sorrow for no reason.Why?Do you not know the effect it has on other people?Do you not know the strain it puts on your soul?Most of why do you seek Love when Love is already instilled in you?Why?I rebuke you.Out my life I cast you out.Strong will and determined I will not allow you to hinder me no longer.I am strong.I am Loved.I shal be happy, Not to please others;To please myself because that is what matters second toLoving God.I rebuke the person known as me, Full of pain,Tormented by past failures, Clinging to false hope.I that is a rebel begs to shine bright, To show everyone that I am not invisible,To prove to everyone that I can make my own decisions,And accept the consequences that they may bring.I am Jonathan King, Son of Anthony and Patricia King. The youngest and the most gifted,In their remembrance I will become stronger than yesterday, And if I must show my siblings the way of the warrior.I will break the cycle.What you see within these words is my true form,No more will I live a life of regret,No more will I take out my frustrations out on others, No more....no more... I have evolved.See me for who I am not what I am.The weaker version of me is gone,And as I shed my last tear, Royalty is born.