Blood is thicker than water.
And so is paint.
You drew me out to become your image.
Forgive me for lacking that.
Honestly, I don't want to be like you.
You drew me out but never finished.
I've waited and waited on you.
So I gave up and drew myself.
I finished and became the person I longed for.
But I doubt you even care.
You still see me as a foolish child.
With goals that are just dreams.
You never wish me the best.
And when you do, you spit and crinkle your nose.
I know you so well, but you know little of me.
I've put up with you from your head to your toes.
The prideful deceiving woman you are.
