tyranny,tears and an old length of rope

They took me in,saved me from certain destruction in my weak infant state.But nobody noticed the sinister twinkle in their eyes as they already tried to plan my fate.They left six broken and wounded victims in their previous tyrannical wake.trying to break me down could be their final mistake.They made a feeble attempt to attach strings to my limbs and my soul,a mindless drone and brainwashed slave was their entire goal.
  But a surprise came one day,when I wouldnt fit their mold,The strain I could exert on the their mental chains around my free will was more than they could hold.They thought they could make my mind crumble as the foundation of the 200 year old slice of hell they dared to call a home.I can feel myself growing stronger and them growing weaker and soon I can overthrow this oppressive tyranny filled with toxicity and rise above the storm.
  They reduced my ties to the outside world to one fraying thread but my strength still remains to silently silence them by muffling their screams and cutting off their heads.When that day comes I would leave one final message,written with blood"I could not be broken"is what it would have said.I could casually stroll through the narrow corridor,blood on my hands still dripping wet,rip the insides out of that peice of shit monster they call a"good,lovable pet"
   I walk into the sunlight and turn and watch their former kingdom burn to the ground,then I dissapeer into the fading sunlight,and go start a good happy life and become the happiest man around.But the fantasy road in my mind has to come to an end,where I end up sitting in my cell-like room again.
   These trips down my minds fantasy paths are like a much needed vacation,but if my last thread of hope,happiness,and redemption from this hell happens to break,my old length of fraying,dirty rope will be my salvation.