Divert The Promise

That Contemptuous look upon my face,
showing rage and hate, that you, yourself
did create.
Recurring or Repeatedly, you hurt me over and over.
putting me into hysterics,
bewildered and in pain.
You swore, you promised you'd keep me sane,
And love me, never mimicking the ones before you.
But you did,
anyway.

-Mae Sinclaire.