we fight, we fight and we fight
it didn't use to be this way
you used to say that i was your darling angel
but now you tell me i'm the reason your life went to shit
and i bet you'll get mad if i told you it was already shit,
long before i even came into the picture
because you made a lot of dumb choices, mom
and they weren't my fault
it never ceases to surprise me,
how much you can love my dad but not me
when he and i are essentially the same person
i'll never be who you want me to be,
because i want to be like me
so we will both continue,
in this endless cycle of mutual hate
but i don't hate you, i love you, i love you so much
a subliminal part of me just hates myself,
for not being who you wanted me to be
YOU ARE READING
secrets from the lair
Poesíaan anthology of bad poetry, but who cares [the lowercase letters all throughout are intentional, they're not grammatical errors]
