2016 was a year
where my hands where tightly tied
together with ropes that smelled
like your hands,
i hated that smell.
your malignant actions took over
my entire life
like if i were drowning in an ocean with
no way of swimming.
2017 is a new year,
same hair, same height, same eyes,
but im getting rid of the shackles,
im setting myself free.