Monster in the Reflection

I don't get what this nonsense is about, This filthy mess of blame and bitter spite. What inner demon have you let come out To charge me with your sins in this sad fight? You sculpted me like cold and rigid clay, Devoid of warmth,of any tender grace. But meeting your own eyes at break of day, You fear to see your likeness in my face. You're so upset your hardened child, your slave, Has finally risen up to break the chain. You wanted a sweet daughter,strong and brave, To shield you from the sunset and the pain. Yes, I'm a monster. I will not pretend, Nor feel a shred of guilt for all the harm. But in this chaos,I won't try to defend My cruel attempts to sound the false alarm. I don't regret I brought you to the brink, To tears,to hysteria, to words that scar. But did it ease the ache?No, I must think The price I paid for my revenge is far Too great. And seeing you now feel the same Torment that haunted me for all this while, I understand my soul's a tangled frame, And nothing can excuse our poisoned style. There is no pardon. And it's plain to see No peace will come.Our misery is complete. We got exactly what we asked for:we Are paid in full.Our bitter end is meet.