Maybe it's time

maybe it's time, to forgive and forget, so that I can move passed things, this may be the next step, it pains me to think, you're not responsible for your actions, but I'll try to understand, with a minimal amount of compassion, your mother never taught you, you just didn't know better, you did everything you did, for the sake of your own pleasure, it's just who you are, that doesn't mean you're not shit, but I'm choosing not to blame you, for any of it, I can't say I'll ever love you, the way I love everyone, even after forgiving you, for everything you have done, I'm gifting you indifference, it's the best you'll get from me, I'll respect that you're a person, and with that I've set myself free, free from feeling hatered, from feeling dirty inside, I can go back to focusing on the things, that have been prophesized, don't want to be a man, don't want to be a woman, but you bet your ass my friend, I will live the rest of my life GOLDEN.