Erasing you

I keep hearing that you haven't stopped talking about me yet. I scoff at this idea, knowing how much time you've had to think about this mess. Not once did you try to call or write. Not until you began to feel the ground crumbling underneath your feet. You don't like the appearance of this new reality. Now you appear to be grasping for straws. I am not just an object though. I refuse to be your pawn. Now you grab anyone who knows and use them. Then you send them my way. I hear them speak and the words are not their own; but rather they are your own ideals. Nothing's changed. It's all still for your gain. It's never been about anyone else's best interests. It's always to glorify yourself. Why would I walk back to a place where I have never been allowed to speak the truth without living in absolute terror of the consequence?
I want to march forward and one day realize you have no more power over me. You play the victim if you would like. Underneath my anger lies apathy. Now you say you hurt? I remember you laughing in the face of my pain. I'm ready to make a life of memories in which you are in none of them.