another dedication 2 my parentWhat is the purpose of a parent? Other than screaming, fighting, and making our lives miserable? Acting as if they’re on top of the world just because they hold a house over your headanother dedication 2 my parent
Not to mention the constant reminder of them giving us life When really, what’s the point if they continue trying to suck that life out of us with unfair punishments and ridiculous limitations? Holding onto a small nonexistent ego built on bossing us around Taking all anger, tears, and frustration out on the first person available which conveniently ends up being the child They tell us to go away but then complain when
Hating You is ImpossibleWe were talking Just like any other day But something was up Why didn't I see it coming? (I should have seen it coming) As those dreaded words slowly poured of the edge of your tongue I fell apart (I'm falling apart) Why can't I hate you for this? (I know I should hate you for this) But hate for you is as far away as the truth that you kept from me for so long Am I okay? you ask. Will I be alright? And I lie to you (As you lied to me) That everything's JUST FINE Everything's alright... No, Nothing is okay! My heart is breaking in a thousand pieces that will never reHating You is Impossible
Treated Like HerDo you tickle her or play with her hair? Do you flirt with her or tell her your most personal secrets? And even if you do, and you're going to treat me like her like you say you will... Are you going to start making fun of everything I do: How I walk, eat, or talk? What I do or don't like and when and if I like it? Are you going to step on the small ego that I have slowly developed So that I try to make an excuse for everything you say about me? Are you going to make it so that i cannot be myself Because I'm scared of you judging everything I do? Because deep down,Treated Like Her
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