Escaped

I've come to hate you.
Your disease rotting through,
Your careful facades.
You're an abator of happiness,
Your kindness and sweet words;
Metamorphing into anger cruelty.
A house built of lies;
is where you play your games.
Each brick a crushing weight,
Straining on my faith.
Crumbling down now,
I've seen through,
A single question.
Sent you cascading away,
A cleansing waterfall.
Freedom from my Shackles,
I rejoice.