Deep inside I still blame my mother
For the horrible things that
happened to my family
My dad was a bit of a bastard…
But I miss him every day
I’m afraid I’ll never find love
because not even my own mother
loved me enough
to keep me
I pretend to be the “good girl”, when really I’m not.
My family has no idea who I really am.
If they did…. they would hate me.
It’s been three years now, ‘dad’
(if you even deserve to be called that)
are you that fucking arrogant?
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