Why do you make things my fault?
Why am I such an easy target?
Why am I this way?
Was I even supposed to be here?
Here in this world.
Why are you so bipolar?
I told you I was fine.
And then you threaten me?
Did I really fuck your life that much that you have to treat me, treat us, this way?
You know they say that sons can make you a father, but daughters make you a man.
I guess you missed that one.
Because every time I look at you I don't see a man. I see a wannabe.
A wannabe person.
I thought your mom raised you right.
I thought your dad taught you how to treat women.
I guess you missed that session.
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Sneak Peek
PoetryI basically just write these when I get sad, and I'm tired of them just sitting in my notes where they're worthless. So enjoy. Not really they're kinda sad.
