She only opens her ears and eyes to what she wants to.
She never stops to think about how her actions
Her words
Her old morals
Affect me,
Him,
And every relationship I've come to know.
If there could just be a moment in time
When we could talk without fighting,
Maybe she would actually wake up,
Listen,
And then these overwhelming feelings
Of feeling misunderstood
From the one who birthed me
Might go away.
