She is the one who is supposed to love me.
Run her fingers through my hair while I cry
Make me smile
Tell me everything will be okay.
Maybe she does do that.
If she means once i stop everything will be okay-
at least for her.
"She hates me"
She texts to her sister-
Like I don't see the hate from her.
I can't hate her, I am from her.
When people say
"you look like her"
I hear
" you are her"
I dont want to be hateful and blind to the ignorance in my soul.
I don't want to blame everyone else, especially my child on things that are really my fault.
I don't want to be like that.
