i've been dishonest again, but i'm not really sure
if i ever had stopped.
still, i'll keep plucking at the daisies chanting,
"they love me, they love me not"
"i love me, i love me not"
and hope that someone will turn their head,
but i don't know what i would do
if someone saw me in such a pathetic state.
sobbing in the shower, in front of the mirror, crumpled up on the bathroom floor.
i don't know how to admit it.
the look on her face when she realizes
the manipulation,
will be too much to bear.
she says i've just got my father's genetics
causing me pain,
and the nausea is my unbalanced hormones trying to find peace again,
but i don't know if i'll ever be able to tell her.
i never had morning sickness.
